That makes me 23 years old yet in my prime like I'm 35. My thoughts comprise a written art that's priceless. At my tender age, I've learned to kill with my kindness. Literally, I'm figuratively a Lion. My chest is swollen with a King's Pride, I have the presence of mind to decide what's right and wrong at all times and I've been able to survive in the Peasant's streets...So I'm a humble King. Humbly, the King of Ink who's thoughts come raw like you snorted a line. My thoughts come in higher then that when I'm regular...Or feeling fine with a wine black. Irregularly special, this talent I can't let go, this talent is already so grown...I'm so Grown Up!...
But I'm only 23 yrs old, so my girl tells me "Hush...Solo your just a puppet to society. Selling ya soul for dollars, coming up with this little moniker all to make money and have ya name in gold? All to get paid and be laid up with the hoes?"
I looked all innocent, eyes big like a kitten's. I put my hand over hers so she knew I wasn't kidding. "My soul's not for sale, believe me I'm real...So real you could feel me through ink...So real you could hear me when you think...That's really me talking, just using ya voice. I'm a magician so of course, I got a magic touch. I make ya mind blush and ya body melt in my hands, you know I'm not playing. I'm just saying...I'm a young grown up." With a smooth shot that'll stroke ya like a night in NY and I'm against the Knicks...55 buckets...#45 got lucky? Think not...And now I'm that hot at the age of 23.
R. $olo aka King 1NK
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