| As long as blood flows, I stay strong, it’s possible
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| Inspired by the music
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| I’ve been trapped within this pattern by choice
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| It has long been my preference to keep, instead of trying to lose it
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| So as much as I can, I use voice
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| If I become as powerful as James Earl Jones
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| Then I will be more mobile and possibly even be able to kill with microphones
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| Until then, my bones and soul are all that maintain the role
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| And folding slowly, make it, only my pen pay the toll
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| Now is the time
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| Today is the day that the good lord has made
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| Which enables me to rejoice in rattling the cage
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| That holds my inhibitions and fears
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| Distant yet oh so near
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| I listen, but don’t yet hear the whispers
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| When ghosts shed tears
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| So dear apparitions
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| I give you my solemn vow, now
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| To earn every bead of sweat on my brow
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| Until the wet mask that I wear bears my soul
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| When exhibiting the epitome of mic control
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| You know the name of the game
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| Chasing the fame and wealth
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| Trying to build a name while still trying to maintain self
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| Your health is most important
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| You should never forget
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| This is supposed to be an outlet
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| When I’m stressed out, I’m working
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| I’m never perfect
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| Jerk the pair while trying to write a masterpiece
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| A feast for vocal chords
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| To try and release
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| I’m always reaching out for something
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| But I don’t know what it is
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| I’m reaching out for that assurance
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| Cause me, myself, I know that I write to live
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| I’m sick of this shit
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| This insufficient method of living is giving me a conniption
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| Finger too tired to pause
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| Too sick to quit
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| The insidious system is rendering it’s citizens
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| Mentally indolent with tricks and senselessness
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| I’ve been sent to
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| Levitate verb, pitch, balance and purpose
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| To kiss and dismiss villainous words on the surface of earth
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| With her pursed lips
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| Hence, giving the worthless
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| A glimpse at the twinkle in the eyes of the observant
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| And my momma said the elements that make me are the same ones that break me
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| Let’s switch around these elements and see where they take me
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| I’m feeling more alive when I’m back by that break beat
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| Accordingly, I speak out
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| When I’m full of life my spirit takes me
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| Through the mic and speaker flowing out
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| With honesty, probably
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| Cover insecurities with comedy, probably
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| Cover up stupidity with comedy, probably
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| Doing it, just as long as it’s calling me
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| Olly olly oxen free
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| Strategically placed synonyms, riddles, and speaks
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| Clothing unfolding
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| To show those who don’t know what flows bring
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| Moments of personal clarity mixed with gloating
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| That your hopes and dreams lay broken at my feet
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| Like toe rings
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| A spectacle of this magnitude can cause an attitude
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| To switch hemispheres by a few degrees like latitude
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| Not a statement for elevate my status, too
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| I just happen to bear bad news, sad but true
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| Do I get the finder’s fee for finding me in my apartment
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| Patiently waiting for nothing specific
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| Just start in my rhyme book
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| And starting
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| Departing for punch lines
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| Moving into stories and traditions
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| Of real separatory magicians
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| So if it works out
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| I could be heralded instead of looked down on
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| Inferiority complex is something that I frowned on
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| Clowned on, and make yourself into a bigger man
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| Or con yourself as if following the lines drawn in sand
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| The journey within
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| Its not as simple to finish
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| As it is to begin
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| But hopefully me and my pen will be friends till the end
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| My buddy, wherever I go he goes
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| Wherever we go we show everyone that we are both equal
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| Channeling devices of something higher than each of us
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| We seem to touch the fingertips of the being that’s reaching us
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| Teaching us that weeping on loose leaf deepens the trust
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| We need to be sure to hear the creator speaking to us
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| Microphone (microphone)
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| Table amplifier (broadcast)
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| Feelings (building up)
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| Emotions heighten (let it all pass)
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| The moment between thought and word eternal and instinct
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| (developing quickly, like the growing of an infant)
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| Microphone (microphone)
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| Table amplifier (broadcast)
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| Feelings (building up)
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| Emotions heighten (let it all pass)
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| The moment between thought and word eternal and instinct
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| (developing quickly, like the growing of an infant) |