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Marble my mind, it's a pattern I can't
Quite keep out till I find a clean slate
Clay in the kiln, hot, it's burning me up
But my face stone cold

of my worst days, I am something to fear at the very least
Even though I've sinned in the worst ways
My slate's been made clean and my death is depleted

Working the goldmine
Pushing a pencil around
To make the weary world decide
and kick some life into the grind 

Scrape and scratch away on a clean

It makes me think of
Listlessness
Wood, like old-school Chinese wood
It reminds me of being
Allowed only to write with pencil in school
Drowning in

is irrelevant
Figure
Catalytic trigger fingers, let it din din
Let it sing to
While my pen ink battles pencils for the page
And my age will depict

the grip, now leech onto a clinic
Mumble rappers fumble words, they fail the functions when they calibrate
The brain becomes the blanker slate when they

On the seventh floor behind the third door on the right
Behind those pencil pleat curtains
He pulled her aside
And she knew right away that he had

forward 23 thinking about the shit I went through
Sitting in hotels in Paris with my page and pencil
Don't take shit gentle
Fuck your opinion leave

sinking deeper and deeper 
Man, I just can't escape
Get this shit out of my head
Open the floodgates
I just wanna start over
Give me a clean slate
These

Other than that I'm just clearing the slate
I'm getting too old to carry this weight
I wish you the best is the worst of my traits
But I'm being for real,

from the scene pencil marks on the page
Disposal of all of the mistakes you've ever made
The canvas is blank, now you got a clean slate
Time to move on

want a fresh start clean slate
Before I tarnish my legacy
Consequences you face
When you have no leniency
Mental penitentiary’s
I want my Praise
I want

my slate
Mama teach clean thy plate
Give thanks and eat my steak
First, pray on it
Make that bed then lay on it
Tell 'em nobody know who the best you

alive
Couple pencils, stakes on my person
Delicate impressions - fangs drag the surface
Soft peach; a feather's weight would burst it
Steady - face

on
Last time I dropped I shooked the whole bag of skittles
Guess my ink done froze now I'm pushing through these pencils
Dropping like the menstruals

killing us fast
Can we get clean water
For our sons and daughters
Wish we could clear the slate
Maybe it's to late

Signs of the times
Life on the line

just to barricade or evade
So fuck the hate, once I'm making money I'll be copping checks, mate
Pave my slate, when I die I'll start again within

chains this ain’t the college rules
I just run the play call an audible run the option too
My pencil walking on a thin line, this shit is college ruled
My

With a fresh clean slate
You can make a world of art
Erased mistakes
Pencils still leave their marks
Over the years
So many tears
Hide from my fears

Prize, and we are his temple, so don't feed me the simple, the truth in my pencil, they
Can't use my stencil, They will choose a rental, life is so feeble,

Sometimes I just wanna be me
Back to the slate, I don't need a routine
And I need to relax, and just place it on freeze
Fore I waste all my time, entertaining

the pencil squeaks he uses his finger to write in the slate
As a juror in day of reckoning
King’s a mile-high head, a mile-high hand.
Blind shadow is black.

and wipe away the slate
You can find me in the mornings walking to the riverbank
 
Then I’ll hide behind the easel and the pencils and the paint
Pouring

Grade 7 had a goney in my back like a pencil case or sumn
I don’t know another (Hol’ up)
I don’t need another life
I swear there’s demons in the heights