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Do you understand?
Time is endless, evil thoughts surround my consciousness
I balk at the inevitable, why am I afraid of the future?
Venting at the world with the bottle in my hand, they say that will hurt ya.
I paint pictures, that are lyrical scriptures, that have more knowledge than any Professors' lectures.
Whether its rap or poetry there is a story that only I hold dear to me.
Flipping through past hardships, lets the hand get a grip, the pen does the rest as I feel the paper smile as I decorate it.
Some will understand some will call it garbage worthy of the slums.
The ones that put it down I guess don't know about the real problem.
I balk at the inevitable, why am I afraid of the future?
Venting at the world with the bottle in my hand, they say that will hurt ya.
I paint pictures, that are lyrical scriptures, that have more knowledge than any Professors' lectures.
Whether its rap or poetry there is a story that only I hold dear to me.
Flipping through past hardships, lets the hand get a grip, the pen does the rest as I feel the paper smile as I decorate it.
Some will understand some will call it garbage worthy of the slums.
The ones that put it down I guess don't know about the real problem.
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