so
in these...
cerebral palsy...
streets
i might look
weak
but
guess what?
i am strong
i belong
and i am...
sweet
like a rose
to God's nose
i suppose
yeah
because
i am...
still here
yeah
dodging
deers
with every
steer
that is...
clearly
in my face
yeah
while
i try
not to taste
any gravel
or
to unravel
on this race
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