| It stars with a rhyme
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| It starts in my mind
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| I send it to the paper,
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| And put it on the line
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| The message is pen
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| The message is my laugh
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| I’m hoping that the message in your heart
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| Read the line and you realize
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| That I’m just spitting
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| I could be your wiz
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| I’m bigger free upon its ??
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| Looking for a decent rhyme
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| Really I just need some time
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| But time waits for no man,
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| I know it, I know if I don’t keep up with a program
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| I’m hold up, I know they’d tryina speak up
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| I’m tryina travel from my zone into your speakers
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| Am I? |
| blow mind
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| But still I manage him
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| He standing still, I gain a mannequin
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| He standing still until I’m traveling
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| So further they will see me again
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| But for the moment, it’s just me & my pen
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| It’s me & my pen
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| Ey, it’s me & my pen
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| I rhyme what I see, so I can see it again
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| Okay, and I don’t even know I’m alright now, right now
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| I’m just hoping it will just take me away
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| Take me away, ay
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| I’m just hoping it will take me away, ay
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| 'Cause when I don’t know what to say
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| I found me a page, and it’s me & my pen |