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See I Been Missing This Game... 

Like A Coke Head Missing The Caine..

I Know It Is Not The Same..

But I Get The Same Feeling...

Watching The Floor While Sitting On The Ceiling..

Like Sitting On Cloud Nine..

Coke Is Their Drug But Poetry Is Mine..

I Feign To Write Rhymes..

They Feign To Snort Lines...

Their Drug Causes Damage Mine Causes Relief..

They Do It Cause Their Addicted I Do It Cause Its My Belief..

The Withdrawals From Both Are About Equal...

I'm Withdrawing From Poetry They Withdrawing From The Needle..

Their Looking For A Fix...

I'm Looking To See What Rhyme Fits..

So If You're Asking If I'm An Addict The Answer Is Yes..

Cause It Relieves My Stress...

It Makes Me Forget The Bad And Only Think Of The Good..

This Is An Addiction I Would Never Quit Even If I Could..

Cause When I Wrote Poem Numero Uno I Signed My Life..

You Going To Need To Surgically Remove The Pen With A Knife..

There Is No Intervention Or Rehab That Will Make This Kid Quit..

I Found My Dream And Poetry Is It..

There Is Nothing That Will Make Me Put The Pen Down..

This Pen Will Come With Me When I'm 6 Feet In The Ground..

So Let Those Drug Addicts Get Their Fix Cause I Got Mine..

Cause This Kid Been Addicted Since He Was Nine...

PureSkillz Started In A Den At The Back Of My Home..

Where I Would Stay Up Late Just To Be Left All Alone..

Came Across This Drug Labeled Poetry Thought I'd Give It Try..

Never Thought Of The Effect It Would Have On This Guy..

But Ever Since That First Poem Was Written I Was Addicted..

That Is When I Knew My Mind And Heart Were Committed..

So Regardless Of The Time I Take Off From This Game..

The Pen Is The Same..

I Still Feign For The Rhymes Like Before..

But This Time Around I Think I'm Feigning A Little More..