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I've learned more from strangers then I have from my kin

Thats a win and a tragedy said that to my friend

When we conversed a couple hours bout how the world gonna end

And then he poured me a glass of some of his classiest gin

I take a drink a start to think am I imagining this

Cause I feel great usually I'm just this fragile Lil kid

He pours another glass then we start chatting again

I'm rapping verses off Goodie Bag that he asked me to spit

And said he couldn't pick a favorite cause he knew what they meant

He could explain to me the meaning of every line that I've writ

And all the time I spent to make the songs that I make

So he could never pick apart the art the heart could create