I´m a ousider
Friend whit the spider
I got a horse
But what are worse?

I can tell u a thing or three
Two was the threes
Two are the choise
Over your voice

U can tell yes or no
Thats how the story go
If u say mabe
I aint going to be your baby

Sometimes u need to choose
Otherwise u are going to loose
The things who are rearest
Its the one u hold dearest

I working on a book
It´s for the cooks
Who never reads book
But who are that cook

If u try,
U mabe can do that for a while
But if u fly
It will take 3 seconds to travel a mile

Take of that layer
I know u are full of prayers
Stop pray and start to say.
I can do this. I can feel this.
Somethings are meant to be
Just for only little me

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