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Vs1

Bic and papermates
Ink shapes as I create
In this state I contemplate
And face my fate with love and hate
My mind keeps deliverin'
My pen keeps scribblin
Writin' down the finds
In this life and time I'm livin' in
I'm staring at the blue lines
Until I make new rhymes
Pen poised like a friend
To defend my position
And write what I recite
Even when no one will listen
The marks that I'm jabbin' in
Start time travelin'
To the future
Where my mind can think
And unravell them
I'm aiming for the truth
With my ink filled javelin
Sometimes it goes slow
But one word could start an avalanche
I love to freestyle
It will always have its place
But the pen is a friend
Who can never be erased
Tappin' keys?
Please MCs
Must be organic
I stay connected to my words
Like the trees to the planet
Ancient form of forming thought
So you can understand it

Vs2

Flight feather of a large bird
Call it a quill
My ink spills
Can’t keep my pen still
Late night romance
My crow quill dance
Grip it hold it tight
Through God’s might
Write with my right till it’s bright
Flowing on these beats
While the ink throwing up on the white sheets
Awakened with the one who never sleeps
Inspiration comes from the Lord
My pen is my sword travels through the Mic cord
Primitive thought no second guessing
Ain’t no half steppin' sharp edge metal weapon
Open mics pen Paradise
Please enable us to write on a papyrus
Inject the paper with the pointing needle
Keeping all my rhymes legal
Ink drippin' flying like an eagle
Urban nomad with the pen and the pad..
So far the best friend that I ever had
Let the beats and the words blend
Computers are cool
But it can never replace the pen

Vs 3

Reading what I write
Providing needed insight
Inside me there's a light
That's hard to see until it's right
In front of me
To confront thee
Conundrums that are stumping me
A writer who feels lighter
When I'm setting something free
Cuz what are thoughts
But ink blots
Formed into perception?
I use my stylo
On the D-low
'till I find a true connection
And when I take a look
At my spiral bound books
It's like a photograph snapped
Of my mind in rhymes and hooks
A history of the living tree
That is me as an artist
And it was my friend the pen
Who could always help me start this
I'd be a different fish
If I was illiterate
How would I swim through life?
It's hard for me to consider it
Sometimes I cross out more words than I speak
But most times I'm thinking more thoughts
Than I would ever speak
The written word is strong
Even when the voice is meek
So I pull out the pen and pad every day of the week

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from Recent Relics "ROOTED", released February 23, 2017
Produced by Nur Konnect. Arrangement by Lefspek.

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