Aint it strange how a manner of toungue, no matter how clever
Could be dismissed in one mind yet in another lodge forever
Together emcee's could endeavour to keep impressin
With flows laced and imbedded in moral lessons
And unless my thoughts are layed off on resbite
i wont be depressed by people who deteste my style
I'll protest my rights that I step by
And perfect rhymes till I flow fluid like the Nile.
And in time these rhymes could find a way to bind
thoughts into your head that originally came from mine
At this point I'm doin fine but I'm not up to that par
My rhymes are info shot across my brain as a spark
Jotted in ink on paper to leave points in my life marked
And to find understanding to light my way through the dark / struggle
Mis-understood teens stand in huddles, raised by single mothers
leave you in a blood puddle for fun
Raised on lower class society since there life begun
Got thoughts and feelings too, but are labbelled as scum
And the only way we are recognised is through flows or bass n drum
Thats why you gotta voice your opinions to the public from your lungs
And in a small fraction of this minority that thrive on street life
a beat might cause a light to be flicked on in deep night
To express the feelings caused by life n the government
Im that one in a million chance ,a rare find, a gem

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