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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.
