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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