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ive been busy at school
but i finished the book and right now i'm working on a series of poems title tainted platinum
Black book
The beat ( December 4th, Jay-Z)
My black book, memories took
The guilt in a took, pain of a life mistook
I’m leaving, n***** grieving, for thru life I was thieving
I’m just a child teething, searching for a dream to believe in
What do I do, I could work nonstop, two jobs stocking stores
Or I could explore, I wanted more, like vacations on coasty shores
Sweat, clogging on my pores, dogs licking my sores
Awake at night, like a wife whose husband snores
Gotta be more, more serene, the scene of gleam, trying to sew the seam
Seams of voided constructs, ****’s ****** up, will I self-destruct
Not believing in luck, smoking like a broke truck, this is enough
No more, I can’t take, alcohol getting to me, young Remy
Give me a remedy; send a boy some energy, for many of my friends pretend to be
Something they not, I don’t know no ballers
I know the ****** I flowed with, never call us
See how I’m doing, if I’m dead or alive
Trying to survive, spiritually trying to revive
Relive, rebirth of spiritual people, crying at the steeple
To sistas, I’m a piece of meat; I’m trying to feed you
The good life, good book of knowledge
I had to elevate, my state, make a statement in college
The whole ensemble, life conceptually, trying not to tumble
That’s how I knew I had more than just words to mumble
I could design and realign minds, in due time, show kids my grind
We could shine, locked talents like Shyne, we could explode like nines
In the air on New Years Eve, how do I still live but not breathe
Life’s mysteries we could see if only we believed
Grabbing hands, holding our souls like bezel tine links
Protection from life’s tundra with our minks
Shielded with armor, with faith no one can harm ya
Disembalm ya, beautiful artistic works, depth to the canvas, Cy Twombla
In renaissance, mike paint pictures, now become digital photographs with low resolution
In search of a new atmos, a new resolution
If I have to, revolution, popped cats for a solution
Thinking my journey grows like a peach, living an illusion
Disillusioned relations with various females reps
I once listened to a sermon bout the order of steps
Is every imprint, meant to stamp my footprint?
On this demented world man invented
I copied it pasted it, I attached the text and I sent it
I lied to you, very word I said I meant it
ive been busy at school
but i finished the book and right now i'm working on a series of poems title tainted platinum
Black book
The beat ( December 4th, Jay-Z)
My black book, memories took
The guilt in a took, pain of a life mistook
I’m leaving, n***** grieving, for thru life I was thieving
I’m just a child teething, searching for a dream to believe in
What do I do, I could work nonstop, two jobs stocking stores
Or I could explore, I wanted more, like vacations on coasty shores
Sweat, clogging on my pores, dogs licking my sores
Awake at night, like a wife whose husband snores
Gotta be more, more serene, the scene of gleam, trying to sew the seam
Seams of voided constructs, ****’s ****** up, will I self-destruct
Not believing in luck, smoking like a broke truck, this is enough
No more, I can’t take, alcohol getting to me, young Remy
Give me a remedy; send a boy some energy, for many of my friends pretend to be
Something they not, I don’t know no ballers
I know the ****** I flowed with, never call us
See how I’m doing, if I’m dead or alive
Trying to survive, spiritually trying to revive
Relive, rebirth of spiritual people, crying at the steeple
To sistas, I’m a piece of meat; I’m trying to feed you
The good life, good book of knowledge
I had to elevate, my state, make a statement in college
The whole ensemble, life conceptually, trying not to tumble
That’s how I knew I had more than just words to mumble
I could design and realign minds, in due time, show kids my grind
We could shine, locked talents like Shyne, we could explode like nines
In the air on New Years Eve, how do I still live but not breathe
Life’s mysteries we could see if only we believed
Grabbing hands, holding our souls like bezel tine links
Protection from life’s tundra with our minks
Shielded with armor, with faith no one can harm ya
Disembalm ya, beautiful artistic works, depth to the canvas, Cy Twombla
In renaissance, mike paint pictures, now become digital photographs with low resolution
In search of a new atmos, a new resolution
If I have to, revolution, popped cats for a solution
Thinking my journey grows like a peach, living an illusion
Disillusioned relations with various females reps
I once listened to a sermon bout the order of steps
Is every imprint, meant to stamp my footprint?
On this demented world man invented
I copied it pasted it, I attached the text and I sent it
I lied to you, very word I said I meant it