[from the September, 1999, workshop:]
Poppa was missing Momma laughed at the sunrise Good morning Grandma
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Today is written Tomorrow is pencilled in Yesterday erased.
[from the March, 1999, workshop:]
I am an old drug inThe same old hoodTry me and I got you good Just like I got the hip-hopsmoking blunts andcalling it Pot
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