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Close my eyes before the pen touches the paper
The ink spill for the love of expression
The love of the art
The craft I hold for whatever time I have left on this planet
Spread my message, still tired, still quite
Love the points where the mind is still
Love the ways one can leave the body
Always a quest since the first time
The joys of writing these words of self
Poetic ways, expose the self on the page
Nothin' is private
For those who choose to expose the other
May you rest in peace
Once again Rap is just a front
For my words to travel
Kinda like my spirit in this brown vessel
For those who don't know/
Tek is for the people's
I give a fuck about colours
There's a truth I know, maybe you don't?
Kinda deep like in a hospital lift
Me and his Papa all alone
He's smiling, saying
"What my son got himself in this time?"
"He gonna be out tomorrow"
The sad thing is that he was wrong
He never knew, his son was already dead
I got these words 20 minutes ahead
Of this awkward time, stood with nothing to say
Scared hiding the truth
If I had followed intuition of self
I would have been there too
One night before
I had this powerful urge to come and stay with you
Life saver, or we would have died together
Guaranteed, I hear the darker side is calling
Whispers, form a ritual to make four hearts stop
On my life it's possible, so very simple
Incantations of death
Controlling the unseen assassin of the quest
Spirit charmer, with a new direction
Find me in the light, out the grey, stuck in the middle
From the inside, I saved myself, my own life
Although your Mother she still cries
Tried to pass on your word from the other side
That you continue your journey on the spirit side
Your alright now