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Pulitzer Prize Penman

by Sorce Manifesto

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What's that a wind chime at the front there? That's very fitting Let's go It's getting dark, but I smiled at that fact Cause' that's where I found the spark, this the art of bouncing back Two feet on the pavement, 4 C's on the heel placement The wheels racing, I can feel the field rearraning My aura oversized, all points of quartz inside Angels working overtime, my foreign fly on overdrive Open minds will open eyes, I'm floating over coastal tides I put a couple quotes aside, that's worthy of a Pulitzer Prize World class penman, all facts in attendance I'm tapped into remnants, of raps feeling real reverance Heaven scent like that sauvage by Dior Whats the worst thing that can happen when you're going after yours Or source, or both, of course, they're one in the same vein I've been running through the forest trying to keep my mane tamed Can't change for a campaign, champagne in my canteen Retreats to the Caymans, we breezed through these limitations I'm staying patient cause my timings always perfect I think outside the lines so I'm writing mine in cursive Immortalize my verses, scratch them in the monuments Or better yet the churches cause I'm cognizant of omniscience Good gracious, I'm in his good graces I paved my own way and drove straight through these pages I'm living in an Oasis, my homes spacious But not like Cancun, I can't resort to the basics Resourceful and patient, a man of many hats But not one of them's complacent you're dust if you're stationed But even dirt gets lifted up and swept away by winds So I bury words into these songs and flourish through the stems It's fin, or finito, all bars incognito The master key flow, God peeking through the peephole I let the seeds sew, four C's on the sleeve sewn One peek through the scope showed my flows in in vitro Out of body experience, my private planes astral Take these words serious, I'm careful what I ask for Maple in the dashboard, but the car itself an immigrant Got the big body, trying to maintain social distancing Yeah and that's it Just trying to stay safe you know Stay in my own lane And enjoy the ride Controlled Creation

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