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of a voice
It's not found in the skies or in some distant place
It's in choosing to smile it's the sun on your face

Every sunrise shows a page of what we

I do this often
I'm a visionary eyes on 20/20 don't need goggles
Mama raised me on the Bible use the pages for marijuana
It's no wonder why my mind it

the one
My heart's a tidal wave and every crash is growing stronger
I know we're moving fast but I can't last it any longer
You got me so entranced, my

finding it hard to evolve
Focus on myself, so I don't often get involved
Hardly any XP difficulty unsurprising
Burning gaze on my pad till it somehow

Or a reversal in fortune in which we lose
Something often in these moments we find an
Inner strength that surprises us
What we feared is
Not so bad we cannot

glass
All of those entangled thoughts
Buried deep in every way
Painted your back
Into a corner
And you were so out of place.
So turn the page again
Turn

the failed and the often
Racist war on drugs, which
Started so long ago
That we've covered this story
Many ways tonight
We're going to look at it through

on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me,

Lightly with the scribble, bending syllables, how you solve the riddle
Often nibble, the pen amenable
To altered tempos, and awkward intervals
So plop ya

runes by the candlelight
Every era, merely a verse, on the page we write

here for you
And opposites attract, it's true
On top of that I offer you
Exactly what you want to do
So, I'm picking up paces over these pages
Hoping

The Worm and The Dragon
Learned to be content with my wages
God's in my words I might print out the pages
Fam can be friends every kin not related
A man that

As a younging momma told me, focus on my education
So I hit the books and mastered all the words upon them pages
Lost a lot in life, so often I turn light into

Pimpin

Megan Thee Stallion

Fever

2019

bought all my shit in cash
They treat me like I'm movin' yayo
I go shopping by myself so they know I don't need a nigga
But you know he breaking bread

could tell you just by yo glare, that nothings gonna change cause

I be on the same old pages with the same old people with the same old faces alright
I

I often think of how your words says we're your poetry
Perfectly written pieces beautifully illustrated amazing masterpieces
Pieced together by

back to shatter the plans they pulled

I smoke so much even my neighbor's coughing
Everyday I weigh my options I make vaginas soften 
Every so often I

half, or nearly every day
Uhm probably nearly every day
And then over the last two weeks how often would you say you've been feeling down, depressed,

me I'm wrong
I don't understand why we can't just get along
Every time I tell a story why the fuck is it so long?
All you caused was damage ripped my

to hold the guap
This start yeah the first page
They'll be chapters when its done
Hold the party at our place
All the people on the block
Turnt like Dugg

on the carpet with my back against the floor
Looking at the shadows from the window by the door
Wanna overcome the things I haven't done before
Turn the page
Turn

raised by the backhand of my father to see truth
To quantify spectral analysis, dissecting radiation
A forceful childhood so then it pushed my education

that often postpone my hope
I'm broken, tryna pick up the pieces, like where the fuck they go
Slowly overtaken by my woes
Flirting with death but when I

Long Live the Kane

Big Daddy Kane

Long Live the Kane

1988

great
Always seem to come off, hard for you somehow
I mean, me being wack? Oh, come, come now
That's quite ridiculous, so just admit you was
Thrilled,