1st Verse (yU)

So many things on the brain, just to hang

The ink drips on the page, I feel priveledged to say

That a song saved me from dying

Them times I try to keep in mind

We're affecting peoples life thru rhymes

Rapping, thoughts jotted on a napkin

Balled it up, found a month later in my other jacket

Tone raspy, cuz I've got a cold

Words written powerful, my handwriting but still, I don't know

If I wrote it, and if so what was I going thru then

Written in pen, I use pencil..

But then again..

Sometimes you use whatever u got

Ain't nothin wrong, I done used Neiori's crayons

For songs yall play all day long

We make wrong right again

Dive in headfirst to write a verse tighter than the last one I wrote

And I'll pass on the smoke, sippin aloe vera juice from a can

You quote me, write on..

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2nd Verse (Imani Bilal)

Love, hate, sunshine, rain

Art will always remain the remedy for pain

As thoughts scribe themselves on walls of my brain

I claim my story and spit it

To make the seeds think

Sitting backwards in empty pastures

As I bleed ink and sink in it

This is what happens when I empty my self into myself

This is what happens when

Life's hands offer no help and then I

Drift into a translucent dream

That is my only reality

Gladly folding the alphabet in such dimensions that

One sentence becomes an entire world

The universe is in you

Believe that, and see what the pen do, write on..

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3rd Verse (yU)

And I done seen a whole lot, so

For me , I've found a way to let thoughts go

And I might talk slow, I write songs

Speak from the heart, & not the skull

Got soul, inscripted in each scroll that I scribble in

Chizeling what I meant within the width of the paper's lines

I try to take my time wit it

Rhyming like I'm venting, this is my opinion

I am sending. Thru song, its everliving

Won't forget it..

Blending with rhythm. When spitting, I relay vision

Folks listen. Like a solstice who chose THIS, over chilling

Ready & willing, write or wrong, turn it to song, calm as a seance

The lights stay on

Without the use of electric, the candles lit

Glowing like tips of incents, the ashes drift

Feeding my habit again, I grabbed a pen. Start imagining

Thoughts gathering, patterns on my notepad I write on...