Am born to win and conquer my fears, there should be no limitations to what we can achieve together as one family bond together by blood and love.
Beat them and don't join them, conformity is another parasite sucking the future of the youths. Fake people are already to laugh and point fingers to my dark hours, but nothing can stop me now cos am the young Christopher Wallace.
I want you to remember the last December, everything well down sweet and smooth.I want you to see the perfect picture of the future, whoever try to stop me from getting to the podium of success is at big risk.
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