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We write our rhymes at night ×3
(Without a beat now doubt!)
We write our rhymes at night - hut, hut, hut...
Its the end of the day, 11:59 pm,
Everyone's asleep, but he's at it again,
Messy cursive with purpose scratching a pad with a pen,
Again and again, he jots whatever pops in his head,
While sitting on the couch or lying down in bed,
In locks like keyholes, with my alter ego, we go,
Boldly into space and places high and low,
Various destinations facing final frontiers,
Sending curses to enemies and cheers to our peers,
Farewells tell stories of fear, love, and hope,
Been loved, hated, cursed, blessed, wealthy and broke,
Wrote these rhymes to help the present and future to grow,
So our progeny in the next century will know what we know.
We write our rhymes at night ×3
(Without a beat now doubt!)
We write our rhymes at night - hut, hut, hut...
When we wrote this verse,
Tried darn hard not to curse,
Had to delete a lot, so it ended up terse,
Not sure what's worse,
Taking loud or saying nothing,
On second thought, its the latter so let's HOLLAHOLLAHOLLA something!
Food for thought, this meal's for yo' head,
To sustain the brain we need more than meat, cheese and bread,
Knowledge, no college, debt, tests, or registration,
Threw these dupes for loops, no need for proof and validation,
What you can find for free online with patients and time,
Are the ways and means to do anything just fine!
We write our rhymes at night ×3
(Without a beat now doubt!)
We write our rhymes at night - hut, hut, hut...
