Self Quiz

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By LostSoul

As I sit here Biding my time Reading my rhymes Takes me back to the good old times Remembering junior high I played the life The life's the wife I cut the world with my lyrical knife Then went to high school I acted the fool Everyone wanted to be cool And hip hop ruled Adrenaline's my fuel And gangs were cruel I can't believe I passed high school Went on to higher learning I was burning Desire to be better, my yearning My turning Point of concerning Was to make me a better man That was the game plan I thought I can And I began To live life a man Graduation Planted the seed of my salvation My own creation Frustration left and I built my foundation My own self nation I finally got a good occupation A revelation Took hold and I decided to pursue additional education Another Graduation And here I am Left to be condemned And I know I'm better that what they think I am The only question is Is there something better than this I don't know the answer to my own self quiz

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