I got bars, ya I belong the stars don't try to push me of the edge , I cannot look over the hedge Im still breathing with some fight, dam. n I can see the light and its very bight. Don't look in my eye i wanna di. e. please leave me alone . Im not your clone. I made those bars anyone wanna rap battle with me

Some one drawing water and my theater placed my hand under the spout. as the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water , first slowly , then rapidly . i stood still ,my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers . suddenly i felt misty consciousness as of soothing forgotten --a thrill of returning thought and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me this passage from the stoyof my life is an wxample of which element of plotclimax action