Had a strange dream a few nights back,
These visions feel real but sometimes stacked.
I was on my computer watching, in a live chat,
Watching the Dogg in his studio, doing this and that.
Typed out to him in my dream, Snoop sold his soul,
He read it and walked off-screen with a quiet stroll.
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Like stories of many before him artists that have sold their souls for greatness ( Robert Johnson and the myth of the crossroads) Nicely written
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