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Yeah, yeah, they want grams, not grammar, want war, not stanzas, my pain rhymed tighter
Than bandanas, but they just want bricks and bandanas, yeah, it's that bricks and bandanas
Yeah, it's that trench poetry, ain't made from agony, verse from the gutter, still sound like
Strategy, yeah, I write in blood, they ask for cash, I spit truth, they laughed and dashed
Told them I'm a poet in a trap, they said nah bro, just bag and stack, every verse a bruise
Every bar a scar, but they only count what's in the jar, grew up where metaphors die
Assemblies duck when them bullets fly, you drop a 16, I drop a pass, you want a beat
I want it to last, they want ad-libs, I want peace, but peace don't pay and dreams don't eat
They want grams, not grammar, want war, not stanzas, my pain rhymed tighter than bandanas
But they just want bricks and bandanas, and bandanas, it's that trench poetry, ain't made
From agony, verse from the gutter, still sound like strategy, I wrote sonnets and sell scripts
In the rain, remixing with the technics and overcame, you quote books, I quote the block
You sip tea, I boil rock, my notebook weighed like scale, every word whisk in the cell
Yeah, it's the pain of the wordless, it's for the fiends and the worthless, it's for my brothers
Who speak with fists, but dream in silence, pain and twists, so I rap like I write
Sharp and still, not to heal, just to feel, this ain't for claps or shows
It's trench poetry, only real ones know, yeah, only vibe missions and sometimes a pitch