My Pen

I pick up my pen and it bleeds • Cause its dying to lay seeds (in the minds and the ear of all that can hear) • My peers might not understand my cry • Wish I’d lay down and die • However, I refuse to go quietly into this night • My words deserve flight and as I fight […]

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Its Not About Me

I’m a good man, and I know it, every word that I say, every move that I make, my actions – show it • But I don’t do this for you, I’ve done this for me so that when she, her, you showed your face that I was ready to be: your man, your fan, with […]

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