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WP 144:  Am I back? Am I bad? Am I better than ever? You can have the shirt on my back, but you’ll prolly need a sweater. Cause I can bring it when I sing it, not to be some arrogant competitor, but I know what I can does, and I’m colder than the weather. And sometimes I needs to be, cause the heat is more than temperature, it’s the tension, it’s the tongue-lash, and I how I can’t keep it together. I’m a rag doll, tossed between the doggone whatever’s, passive Asian male and completely off-center. I’m completely incomplete, and my wordplay’s like letters, in an alphabet soup for grown bed-wetter. I just wish that I could spit it like a minute-win-it debtor, but I’m less bass in yer face and more falsetto ghetto tenor. What does that even mean Dan? That my “better” hasn’t entered. I’m just a go-getter chasing dreams, and by any means, I will get her.