| Im not sure why, it took me so long
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| To pick up this pen, and write you this song
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| I knew it wouldn’t be long before you came to visit me, again.
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| Now I shall fight with my pen.
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| Its 5 in the morning but he already knew that
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| So he disables his alarm once 4:42 passed.
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| Hes been awake for a minute, no place for a gimmick
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| Just natural motivational living with the space he was given, its.
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| Easy when its part a necessity, essential before desire
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| Mighty important and vital
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| Be the only subjects he touching on before quarter final
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| Taking writing classes on weekends just to score a high note
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| And protect his thesis, statement
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| Believe in all of his achievements, greatness
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| Is something he cannot seem to conceive its blatant
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| Ive seen this, break him
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| He bleeds till, vacant
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| Yet be so, patient
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| And more than capable of working under pressure
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| Taking on more units than any regular student mentions
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| Its a blessing depression didn’t upset his credits
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| Juggling between the idea of staying an artist or becoming a medic
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| Forget it like his ex lady and baby he never had
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| But its ok as long as its raining he’ll take a bath
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| And let he water run to his neck
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| Worries of being educated and holding a check
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| Required repetitive behavior like he fucking with meth
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| But somehow kept it drug free
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| Sometimes consuming some weed but it ain’t nothing
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| Ima say its fate, his scars are stories of stones thrown
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| In a glass house yet he doesnt break
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| The type of shit that destroys a regular man he doesnt suffocate
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| And when it comes to pain its too numb to explain
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| Conformably numb, they say people are strange
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| Rocking your pink floyd tee at the first meet of exchange
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| Took the metro for our destinations to meet on a plane
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| I know we crashed but parallel tracks wouldn’t be able to meet anyway
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| You taught me to be calm and showed me ways to give a fuck
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| And suddenly all i could feel was love, this shit was real for us
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| Yet the same questions remains
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| What do you perceive in this world that you seek?
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| Is your reason for living a meaning of one that you speak?
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| And how much education does one really need to thrive
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| In a ignorant world full of money and greed?
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| But baby boy, dont let the odds haunt you
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| Offer your odd conscious
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| Raw and they all want you
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| It takes pressure to make a diamond
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| And with the same pressure
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| Youre creating your time period without the sake of time in.
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| Im not sure why, it took me so long
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| To pick up this pen, and write you this song
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| I knew it wouldn’t be long before you came to visit me, again.
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| Now I shall fight with my pen. |