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Yeah I can see it, as I scream it, and I’ll beam it til my throat is dry. I’m crying out my deepest sounds, you think unfound, but I’m fine.  Heck, I’m more than fine, I’m fully flown, you think I’ve blown it, wasting time. I’m chasing wind, light’s gone dim, like I’ve lost my mind to rhymes. But go ahead and lay it out, Monopoly I’m playing fire, courteous to all contenders, this is my Boardwalk Empire. I’m all in fits, but not yet tired, I’m pushing like Jerry Maguire, football field, I’m going deep, no back to turn, this one way street. These feet were meant for greater feats, off the beaten path at least, for who the Lord wants me to be and has in mind for me to meet.