I didn't cut it, the world
cut my hair, society did it,
it fit to prophetically
and yall started calling
me a name i did not
deserve to be called
not with my insides
eatin me up
guiltiness was givin me
the greasiest guts
i was ona sin binge
and the syringe was stuck
tried to look into the mirror
and all i seen was disgust
it was time to let it go
begin anew and do
right by you and i
so this verse was written
by the U-N-I
elementally it was meant to be
as sure as this opportunity
was sent to me
i was given a gift to
deliver the word
now not even my hair
can get in the way of
the vision observed
life is short,
especially mine
so i thank every single one
of yall for lettin me rhyme-
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