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John Reuben Professional Rapper

I?m not alright, I haven?t been myself lately I?m not okay with the way I?ve let my thoughts overtake Take me away to the place I should have gone I

know you like what you hear Treats for your audible Oh, how enjoyable Put it in your headphones Rock it portable Mono or stereo, let's go Travel on down to a John Reuben

I've got to get motivation for what I'm facing This world is heavy I feel my weight bend Pressure to measure up but I'm nothing special I feel like an amateur in a world of professionals

Go ahead, grab your picket sign And you can find out what you're protesting later on It sure feels great to be a part of something, doesn't it? Just

Taught young, the world?s wisdom I told life?s a game, the earth will be your stadium Be alert, pay attention (One day) Even your friends will become

Well I'm Jammin' John and he's Mixin' Manny Found the record party He asked "Oh, can we?" Absolutely, it's so amazing I'm on the mic and he's scratchin