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Who I'm, who I am
I adjusted in the womb just like in a Benz
Came straight from Spirit Land, my hands bold in a fist
Punching my mum's stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous
Though my intended purpose was to be born to reign
Not in scorn, in vain, but to take on a name
That my pops chose for me
Blessed dreams full of Indo, developed in hours
Looking at my belly button window, my father sat
On his face, he wears a frown, and I'm wondering
If they even want me around, 'cause I go back to Spirit town
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