I'm taking this joint
To the next level
I'm losing no point
Though my edge shrivel
I'm taking the hurdle for granted
I'm shot right from the navel
My demons are painted
I'm poised like the gavel
I'm turning rage inside out
I'm making broken wings proud
I'm riding that pedestal
My ascent gon' be crystal
I'm mounting up like eagles
Making my entrance regal
And I'm hunting game like beagles
I'm tight enough to wiggle.
Akpan
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