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she said I like pain, like pains my muse
 I have news for her, angers gives me juice
     lights my fire and giving me a boost
inflicting a lot of damage, like steel toe boots
 when I come stompin through, on a mission
    to destroy those who take my kindness
to gain strength over me, you must be crazy
I'm not lazy only the slothful sleep and slumber
     you better take a number, Jay Z got 99
    problems, I have none, I worship the one
                 who said it is done.

        I see everything that creeps and I hear
       every sorrowful weep, sound is everything
       to me, so is poetry a gift, God gave to me
        to tell the world that, I live and breathe
     I let my words speak for me and my heart
        beat for me, the flow gives me energy
enough to stay up and pen down surround sounds
    with each step, I break ground into ant piles
   put my hands to the plow and till the land until
   it's ready for seed, until my hands blister and 
   bleed I will pull weeds and prune the leaves
                     you better believe.