This is a song about "My desert"

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

But study in the desert oui , the

The science and the art, africa

Testing bombs, you really think it's different from desert storm?

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

These my rhymes and my story

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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