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In broke down bungalow room
I wrote nouns, want to blow soon
But I'm not close, and now the hunger grows
I spoon feed poems, grab the cheap plate
They too deep, you're catching creek bait
Just two feet below our canoe
Try strolling round in other folk's shoes
IPO of prowess wasn't huge
The public gone offer least pay
"Go pub lick, don't bother me Zayd"
I'd love to show em how the grease tastes
These sluggish close minded beasts safe
Till cover's blown, we find unique ain't
A part of you, can't paint, not artist too
Like for Pete's sake, creatives matter
More than these hagglers could see, take
These boring rappers they deem great
Who solely after all the dough
And pour dimes, they trust he won't do
What most artists became:
Run through with no spark to keep flame
Pure but ima still take credit ima need that
Furry anaconda, pet him, long as he's stacked
Hurts to be the last
To flourish, tried to fill gape, webbing heart with weed wraps
Stirred a pot and real quaint letters spawned, a steam plaque
"Turn me in a song bruh" that's him on the beat n raps
Hercules of tasks
True Dorian, fight to kill pain when I'm spartan, creed mad
If knowledge so supreme why'd teacher stop
When asked bout his tax
He lacks the background in that
Guess decaf and half grounded hash all day
Do not equal dope bling, I need a job
And now that's it, scrap.
Crawl the ladder, watch when them rats fall
The pattern often distracts y'all
We tend to miss some defects
But once mad our boss didn't act all
Fond that the task's finished "that's all?"
The fact our happiness maxed on
Weekends emits in my head
I catapulted to bath stall
And sat, stalking my last call
A straddle option, it passed all pretense
For risking my bread
But graph was dropping like gnats mauled
My cash was gone, bid my last dollar
Though that was awful, the lack starts teaching me shit, once again
In broke down bungalow room
I wrote nouns, want to blow soon
But I'm not close, and now the hunger grows
I spoon feed poems, grab the cheap plate
They too deep, you're catching creek bait
Just two feet below our canoe
Try strolling round in other folk's shoes

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