Bumps, bruises, scrapes, cuts, aches & blisters
Typhoons, monsoons,  earthquakes & twisters
It's the picture my life fits in
My whirlwind  rotates, elevates & transcends
Watch me shine in the streets like  some fresh new rims
Watch my enemies retreat as I collect my wins
Every  25,000 I start over again
To renew my history so skip repenting my sins
Here's some words of advice you can share wit cha friends
                                                                        -C. Woolridge
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 Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
