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I'm high in my bedroom
drunk off of ink fumes
loud like cheap perfume
don't plan to come up soon
in my mind I’m in tune
to the sound that goes "BOOM"
dynamite in my plight
never known to run from a fight
nocturnally I need no light
knowledge is a powerful elixir
if you need a fixer
turning over stone I'm stepping on
like sugar ants on a honey comb
waging war I plan to win
my strategy my brain within
how sunny is the promised land
suffering walking barefoot on sinking sand
beware of those who think
with pen in hand
raise your sword take a stand
take the stand
raise your right hand
put the left one on the bible
stand on the AL QURAN
non-conformist
non-religious
make my own decisions
to those who listen
I educate
what I learn I give away
across pages no ink waste
to not be led astray
I clear my mind everyday
clean slate
time is nothing
I'm never late
