Two nonsenseable to carry convo
Then think some are Dumbo
Two things two seperate spots
Some don't know how two connect the dots
Just ice the ones you care for
Then take ice and disregard
Cold will only go so far
Before I melt ice I shoot at stars
But when the ice turns to water
Hot sun turns to slaughter
Dries it on concert that can cook
Then wonder what it took
To create that ice
Now it's the size of a grain of rice
Soon too be cooked like some mice
Maybe more like dry ice
All some do is stay humble
And still get shot like bumble
How's that for trying to be humble
Then wonder why I take shots like bumble
Thinking another transmute is in order
Taking back my lost quarter
Then you can say that you want a dollar
Stop thinking only the weak holler
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