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Thank You Card

What's up every one? I was in the mood to write something, check it out. This is a little something for all those start this thing rolling...

First I say thank you to Vilirie, thanks to Charles Perry/
They dared me to be great, both of them; they double dared me/
Said the name of the game’s Obtain, to accomplish/
I’m here to steal your hearts and Pick 6 is my accomplice/
Much love to Dee, Malcolm, Killa Cam/
All the Andrews, the Hawkins, the Perry clan/
For hearing out my ideas, helping me game plan/
They’re my Usher; “Moving Mountains” thanks to them …“Here I Stand”/
Can’t forget the Scottie, the Pau Gasol/
Mr. Bandman, can’t believe how he’s evolved/
Kyle the cameraman, bald or faded, don’t matter at all/
Ant, Dre, Will, Uka, Pete we standing tall/
Uber Manuever keeps me competitive/
And G-Diddy never lets life get repetitive/
Jeff, Ray, Rob Lay, My Q friends I have to say/
You each helped me, uplifted in your own way/

My LBs, Delta Pi, A Phi all day/
The Saints ain’t marching in, but Black and Gold always/
Thank you to my ex, no I won’t chop ya/
Thank the girls who sampled me/Even the window shoppers/
Who didn’t have the foresight then to hit me up/
They deal with K-Mart men, but "too busy" to pick me up/
Now all of sudden, hear they need a “pick me up”/
Where’s my Ceddy Bear? He’s not here to pick me up!
God said keep it movin, Boogie Time started grooving/
The progession we’ve made is sweet, almost therapeutic/
Thank you to my Resume, you helped me get highered/
Now I know the Next Top Model , never asked Tyra/
I won’t go in “Details”, but “Time” is of the “Essence”/
So let’s “Jet” to success, so “People” recognize our presence/

Thanks to those who loved me in $6 earrings/
90 Toyota Corolla no power steering/
Back when I was dreaming, you were believing/
And now that I’m beaming, I promise I’m not leaving/
Thank you God, you never left me jaded/
I was starving like Marvin thinking “I never would’ve made it”/
Thank you all who have been here so far/
And thanks again for reading my thank you card.


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