I have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm An entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in Also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace Trapped inside my silhouette I have to speak to release Demanding more from the pen than I horde from the pen The line between playing to win and sin is thin But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case; it's elementary Yet far more than resources to pay the rent for me Everything that I've done is divine Ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, she mine So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me That is the last thing I plan to be But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and continue the lesson No inconvenience at all, I insist on leaving an impressionso just relax
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