Standing right on the equator
Underground they know of my behaviors, their is plenty
So am I gangster, fake or lost
I left many times, hit the Bermuda Triangle, Devil's Triangle, Gods temple, everywhere and back. The right pushing left and the left would love to see me right. No home just me, just a couple people and me.
But I'm the one. The one that try harder then most and fail more then most. This equator consist of a rock and a hard place, quitting or overcoming, failure and success, cops and robbers, hot, cold, bold and the beautiful, life and death.
The safe and the extreme.
In the middle of east and west,
And the walls are closing in on me.
No time to be Luke warm.
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