keep tryin, if u fail jus keep writing//
it's about timing, always refrain from bitin//
not use to typin before I entered this website//
the computer was fo porn, games and the nerdy type//
an inventive mic, a keyboard for my words//
ya my audience but beats never occur//
written only terms, had to do it all accapella//
bass in my head, but I neva have a lot to tell ya//
lock the cellar, predicted reign, start brain stormin//
tape recordin, put in books but I neva make a chorus//
archives enormous, maybe drop a album in a few//
not no gansta ish, cause that takes no talent to do//
sumthing tru, on the realness, with a meaning//
curropt world, maybe sumthing to heal it and then clean it//
convienent, well I think, but niggas like u gettin soft//
our land is trash, guns and ash... we all fallin off//

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Lyrical Rapsody