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IP:
Turn the page,
Another day in the rage,
Another book made of rain,
To express the Aurthor's pain,
He steps into his new mind fram,
These things he has seen before,
Paper minds are told to hit the floor,
And to bow to the elete,
Brain trained to run in the street,
With no beat that can contain,
But this day is not the same,
He will find solice with his pen,
When its matched to the paper,
Bloody ink hits the lines,
When he spits his dope rhymes,
Bow Down "Inner Journey",
He says to himself with no regret,
His raps are a secret best kept,
So to him its hard to get out of lyricle debt,
So believe it or not his bloods hot,
Survive it or not,
I dont have blood clots,
Only a mind able to withstand so much,
So i serve my blood so you can eat it for lunch.
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Thank You For Reading...
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