b4 it is writen a rhyme is non existent.
but once lead to the pad it becomes persistent.
for ever to be seen, a legend in the making.
once writen to the pad the ink stops shaking.
it drys and then becomes permanently stained.
once it is complete the verse it self is explained.
comes together like a story never been told.
piece by piece the story starts to unfold.
from made up "truths" to humble lies.
weather heard or seen it brings tears 2 the eyes.


from ink to pad a journey takes a roll.
a story for those seen by the anti-social.
from all walks of life, it is expressed threw ink.
everything we do, we do it threw ink.


when held in the pen, something never told.
ink can take any form, even that of gold.
it becomes bold, seen by those who believe.
the naive dont care. cus they dont percieve.
some decieve. but others tell the truth.
ink on pad expressed from the young youth.
its like camoflauge seen only by the chosen.
others stare blankly seeming that there frozen.
and they get mad, when there rhymes come out bad.
cus they dont know the journey of the ink to the pad.

hope u like it....

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