pen and paper verse 2
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Lines heavy like carrying the weight of the many—brothas tempt me Stimulating thoughts of envy—I wanna bust these semis But restraint is a must—I won’t put any taint on our trust Can we have love without lust? It’s you and me—it’s the whole world against us Outlaws like Bonnie and Clyde—if I died, you’d still have to ride And find true happiness on the inside This is life, it has to get better—scribble so many letters Until they become words—haven’t you heard? That words become phrases My scars resurrect as my bars so I’ll be remembered for ages Flow’s sick, you can call it contagious Full of fear, but still hear—that’s what makes you courageous You’re scared brothas will rise up—then you should try not to enrage us Or engage us in battle—still forming words, this isn’t music it’s Scrabble You’re like a baby, you babble With rhymes limited to material wishes My rhymes make dividends without flows about bitches Spiritual wounds concealed within stitches My flow is more than malicious, it’s vicious Is this for real, or what I write down out of habit? Life is surreal, so I kneel Praying that life wasn’t so tragic This is what happens when pen meets paper You can get love and a buzz like pagers What I crave is to let the ink bleed on the page A musical slave that’s been released from his cage Living in a spiritual daze as I let loose this lyrical rage Clearly unfazed with hopes of letting ink bleed on the stage Realizing this may be the best time you’ve ever had This is what happens when you jot your life down on a pad

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