But they don't understand how I feel bout the funk. I walk with the funk. I talk with the funk. I eat with the funk. I sleep with the funk. I live for the funk. I die for the funk.
I live in a universe where cycles, cyphers, mixtapes, and tea are in constant rotation. I live in a world where my love for language channels through fine pen on paper. And I live in a mindfield of dreams in parallel to this reality.
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