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Yo, born in the flicker, '28 spark,
Orphaned early, but the light left its mark.
Detroit streets to Hollywood hills,
Camera clicks like rosary beads, divine drills.
Pixilation-stop, go, breathe, hold
Evangelical roots, but the clay don't preach,
Just stretches truth till the heavens reach.
Frame one, birth. Frame two, ache.
Frame three, mercy for goodness' sake.
I am the golem you gave a voice,
Molded from mercy, no other choice.
From vinegar baptisms to Oscar nods,
He flipped the script on the odds and gods.
Spirits in silicone, duende in dust,
Every stutter a sermon, every cut a trust.