I see space as an odyssey, breathing beneath the seas
With a prodigy, do we all wanna be?
I’ll climb any hill and jump over mountains
What I speak is the truth, no wishes for fountains
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I’m prepared with some gauze because these cuts stay sharp
I’m declaring my flaws, like this life we must part
I’ve got wit on my mind, no need for armer
Itching inside; I’m allergic to Karma