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Come on Kenyatta, give it up
My only weapon is my pen
When I think of what I'm doing
I'm a soul writer
It's like it's not me that picks up the pen to write
But a soul from another source
Mysterious as staring into the night
What's being written, I could never mastermind
And be the brain behind
A plan to restore light
And give new eyes to the blind
I could never fill the shoes of any griot or poet around
No, not me, I'm not that profound
I'm just a brother with skin and bone
Dominant genes and chromosomes
They're all that I'm not and more than I'll ever become
Not realizing what's being done
'Cause after the paragraph comes to an end
And the thoughts come to be
I realize the poet and the griot both are me
The poet with soul