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that season again
Time to watch kin, time to watch ya bitch, gotta watch ya own friends
Niggas writing statements like that's the power of the pen
I paid

pen to write my own music
Enliven my heart so it feels energetic
I'm pushing myself to the highest I can be
I know what I need just to gratify me
My

with pens
Murder drums and organs
Acknowledge me as a God, no demi I'm full blooded
That semi a leave you gutted
You wifing bitches we slutted
Stay with

on the lotto for a seat man
Pinpoint, thousand-dollar ink pen
How they call a star
When they don't know who they are
That don't make no sense
Cha-ching

could pen every black male's pain in between these PA paper lines
I wish I could ball all of our pain up in that letter

I wish I could wash away all

Screaming my poetry
Knowing not long ago these words could never be released
Diamonds and gold on my fingers as I write about Corruption
Gripping my pen with

And I'll be fighting, when you would say it's better to run
Cuz I'm a titan, bitch I never said I was done
And when I'm writing, it's kind of like my pen is

with no end
So i decide to go share with a pen
Figure out life mistakes been made
Seen it in your eyes that the love ain't the same
Could you not push me

a ballpoint pen
I been going in since now and then and when the track began
Let's go back again
Back when I was sleeping on the couch
Back when I lived at my

holding through?
Can your pen still make light of all the paper you're holding onto?

From under a dying sun
Caught in the middle of escaping escapism
Once

and spastic
Chicken scratch with the pen, Pigeonfeet til the end
Bent not broken, I come apart heart raw and open
Don't want to leave anything crucial unsaid
So

So you ask what I write this book for?
Care to find out, then listen some more
21' to 22' I've been the fuck right here
Pushin' my pen to paper,

to the sky
We'll watch the world go by
As stars collide

Keeping to the rules
Just a fool would put a pen in my hand
Remove the dying roots
Sweep smooth

I'm in my head
I'm in my head
I feel so dead
With a pen
I write my ends
You scratch my ink the stories bled
I can't write it down with lead
I feel

to a ceiling fan
Got me spinning and shit
Off the top with the flow, been a minute since I used a pen, attention deficit
I'm on these scripts
I got way too lit

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell

The guilty pair,

min
Den lyt vara rein og pen
Når je ber meg fram for min elskede venn

En hatt med slør og blomsterstrå
En kjole med blonder på kragen
To kvite skor me

pen jeg er
Jeg ser meg uten klær
Jeg er en gave til kvinnen
Tru'jæ iallefall sjæl

Har sjekka inn på hotel
Ny dame hver kveld
Øya går i spinn
På alle

clocking me time square
No pen and paper my lines there
He be eating more pie than at a pie fair
I been eating too much need a belly rub
Can't beat

I'm scared of the pen I'm scared of the papers
I'm living in a dream that feels more like a nightmare
And you're a diehard fan you go behind
You're

the profit, the bluff that blew up the pen
You don't get to rule over Zion without a bruise on your skin
Identity sinking is surely kin to becoming king
If you

I've been ridin' round all day
I need a stop
I need a bike lock
Baby be my kickstand
Lemme be your man
What did I do right?
What did I do wrong?
Pen

hard headed kid that just needed a friend
Lonely hard headed kid that just needed a pen

Put my heart into this music
Started feeling again
I remember

mistake
The pen is workin' in rare form
So tell my haters I love 'em
And that I care for 'em
Word to George Armstrong
Laced the beat proper
Representin' for