Black Poetry : these rhymes like a truck carry loads and bury codes when I spin my wheels in mud and begin to feel

rhymebad

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these rhymes like a truck carry loads and bury codes when
I spin my wheels in mud and begin to feel the love with a thin
mind that blend with time and then begin the grind from within
I be like a tree played around and got weighed down by the fruit
I bare and my absolute hair is curly need a comb so a brute
can groom, while I stand in my room trying to look cute
so yo if I parade with stats I'm afraid that under the circumstances
could hurt my chances of becoming good choice for romances
life is extreme need a big score overall and between me and yall
and these four walls that's hard to do
 
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