My Epitaph

Call me mister nobody, y’all never heard of me

I never touched the mic and perform verbal surgery

I never rocked the stages, I never chopped the beats

I had to go to school so I dropped out from the streets

All I did was look, I sat on the sidelines

I was scared shook even though I used to write rhymes

With the right mind.

The picture was framed to the highest resolution in my name

Who am I? the X factor, the unknown

The missing link on the gold chain microphone

Las Gidi, home sweet home

A mysterious Enigma with an XY-Z chromosome

Flesh blood and bones, my angle is try

The legend the myth, the truth, the lie

The untold story about the man with the crooked eye

Mister nobody, don’t ask who am I

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