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The cover distorted and faded wit colors
Red paint to keep unwanted others-out
My faint rhymes drains the few who've read-it
Spoken word has said-it, memorized the book
And its bled when i've felt pain, its insane
Cause it seems when im sad, and I write it rains
In the night im sittin zombie-like, honesty-I-write
Never rappin to fake, never rappin hate
Just tryin to catch a break, wit a topical
Hostile, because I keep it in my pocket were'ever I am
The pages filled wit black-inc, never write wack as I think
My next line just fills its self in, never about wealth
Or about what I wish I had, just about my night in stealth
About myself, and its my book of rhymes
Threw thick & thin, the ruff and easier times
The one thing I can turn to and repent my troubles
Flowin to instrumentals, and writin doubles
Instead of merkin, I add my rage to the page
And write the pen out of ink, blink - and a whole page is filled
These are Sacred Scriptures, never hatred-or-fixtures
Just my book of rhymes.....

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