Lyrics:
I feel I draw the shape of every fucking tear
The shape of every dark engulfing shape of every year
The shape the words the form figure poem
Then tonight
Take your pride and turn it right
This is the only way
That I can say
This light poem
For you to figure your soul
To find a way back
the one ain't no peace on this mound
Who would've thought I turned this from some poems, go figure, ain't no way yall living this down
I don't do drill
I
the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty
this favour, Babygirl take care my garden
While I'm gone Imma figure out this poem or this sonnet
Maybe that the problem is I'm nowhere near where God
Make tracks, getting paid for the poems
Big racks, got figures in my bank
Big racks, hit the rim like Shaq
Big Shaq, hit the rim like Shaq, big Shaq
Making movies, MBAs
Ramseys told me that he'd stay
Survey says I'm coming down
Password is "figure it out"
The poem is an A-last-O
My OD, solid gold
to show you're Not Alone
Life is just a Poem
Gotta Figure through this Riddle
Tryna Dribble through a Zone
Tryna Dribble through a Zone
All until you Figure
talk for hours about poems and figures
And I would never get bored
I can stand in a room full of people
Hear them scream oh I don't care
All I see is
of circuits that are fried and blown
He wonders why he's still alive
While others die
Figure it out
Manic poems
Lamented moans
Policies that we've outgrown
We
and figures of speech
Then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has
The objective of the poem
Been rendered and 2)
How important is that objective?
Question 1
of these poems explore memory
Ozymandias I would choose from two
My Last Duchess or Tissue
Duchess cause they show powerful figures
Tissue cause they show
poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated
poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated
been a while since I wrote one
I traded in poems and wrote songs instead
But tonight I got slow bars
And this lil buzz
No liquor
Go figure
With you I be
don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas
at the
Poem and the poem said:
"What now upside the wall I see
A shadow of an image, me"
I said, "Well
God damn let me read this again 'What
Not upside
the plate
Figure out your purpose
Meaning, as of late
Meaning to the grave
Feel it all around
All these vibes in my mind
Settle down
Dark shadows
In a battle
Your body, my poem
Your body, every time again;
cnother realm to explore
Dry skin and viking genetics
Dimples, nevi, beauty spots on your back
Neutrinos and Schrodinger's cat
Protons are hell
We see our own lives
Spinning all around as it meant to be
A poem's on fire
A prism of light like a lightning
Why is every song just a metaphor for something else
Why can't you just say anymore what's on your mind
Why is every poem just a bunch of words
Out
eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue
Make a person
eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees
Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue
Make a person
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