See, my Mom chose dope, my Pop chose the pipe.
So I rhyme like a triple beam balance in life.
Tragedy Khadafi a.k.a. The Intelligent Hoodlum, “Permanently Scarred,” Against All Odds, 1997
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See, my Mom chose dope, my Pop chose the pipe.
So I rhyme like a triple beam balance in life.
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