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HonestHarris

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Shake hands with me, hello I’m a poet.

I aint a rapper, y’all should know it.

But I could tear you up with my words

With no hope for sew’in.

Listen to my lips in motion .

I aint trying to shine , no effort still glowin .

Tied to success , I’m Ill and my rope sick.

You could get noosed , beware of the grip.

Don’t bark up the wrong tree, stick to twiggs.

I’ma do me until I rip.

Practice what I preach

Haters can’t handle the scriptures.

I’ll make smores when the bridgeburns.

Arson to enemies surrender or get served.

Blind to bullshit, I was born with vision blurred.

drawn to the different side of sanity.

But who cares about symmetry.

Father of craziness

But don’t act like you some kin to me.

No Oscars, no fakes in family..

I bring the fire

So y’all try to candle me.

Cooking up the flame

With my secret recipe .

Out of the kitchen if you cant handle the heat.

Chef of lyrics , buy my food and keep the receipt.

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