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I'm trying to think of something to write, last time
I stayed awake till midnight fighting the fight, I stayed away
From insight, blinded by light, going outdoors
Mentally fighting the crime instead of taking my time
To lash out and slash doubt, pen up in my hand
Like a black snout, scribbling down the tracks that I can't shout
Freestyling like a wheel with no style but add a hill
And you got high heels like Betty Page and class like