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No One Is You...

No one is you and that is your power.

2016¤11

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I'm Not A Hobbit

I'm not a Hobbit.
I saw a bank, I pondered I'd rob it,
But the plan stank, laundered Monopoly money,
I took nothing from it.

I think nothing of it!
All of the thoughts that I think,
A potion for me, a notion of drink.
It quenches my thirst, it leaves me a mill
On thoughts when I would, be frequently still.
And leap to the hill, a tea table stands,
It caters to me, and meets my demands,
I table for thrills, for all of my plans,
Are there when I need them, like grains in the sand.

I'm not a Hobbit,
I'm like a tree where I stand!
I'm like the mountain of hope!
I'm like the fountain of prose!
I'm like a noun or a note!
I'm the profound and the close!
I'm the bigger, the better, the thinker, forever!
And yet, I'm little as a toast.

I'm not a Hobbit,
I'm like a coast,
I'm as wide as the Earth!
But sometimes I feel like a moat.

Write A Block

Yeah I've got writers block
I was writing quite alright and stopped
Got myself a cup of coffee hot
Then I came back and slopped back down but what
Is wrong with my head
I try to write but what I write is not
Fluent, it aint doin it
Aint proving to me or anybody else either that I'm the top
I want to write a masterpiece and show the world all that I got
Blow em all away like I'm a hurricane, or a grasshopper swarm swarming ravaging crops
But this is what came out, this verse that sounds like shit
Aint a little tiny bit like me
I want to show that I can spit like E
I want to keep making hit after hit after hit
Not this shit, maybe I should quit or flee
This shit is horrible, like when I split my knee
Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up to a richer dream
Maybe I'm dreaming right now maybe this is a nightmare
That would explain why I can't get my mind clear
I fear running out of ideas that's my big phobia
Now you know it now you think you know me huh
I didn't fear it as a kid, but all the way growing up
I started wondering if I was cut for the rut
How I planned it, at the start I did stand strong on this planet
It was so obvious that I planned wrong
Didn't do shit but write shit and bite lips
And now sit here and spit these quiet bits?
About time I quit... nah, I'll frighten not.
I'll just write a block.

Blasphemys

Since old times, I wrote chimes, so you know I
I grow rhymes in my own mind
So dope lines you won't find
A way out.

Now I'm co signed, by me and I
And my clothesline, will be so fly cause I don't like
Jeans, you say where have you been
I've been way out.

I'm way out with 47 AKs!
I spray doubt like I'm a renegade with grenades!
And grade A mouth I'm
Way way way way out.

I was born in the North moved away south,
I was formed on the porch of my playhouse,
I've drawn all my swords in my notebook,
But I'm not a drawer, so don't look.

I grew up out in the garden,
Farmed cabbage and lived in starvation.
Now I'm paving my path to stardom,
I'm going to take the nation by -

Storm! More! More! More! More!
War! War! war! War! YEAH
I! Am! So! Calm! I! Am!
Gooood *blasphemy*s

2016¤7

I thought I had it all planned out...
I kind of understand it now.
All I ever planted here was sand of doubt.

I put a rancid pear in candy clouds,
Just keep it candid, let me rant it out!
Let me stamp my brow!

I borrow frowns like a foreigner, I scurry round.
Half the time I don't know what is real,
What's funny now?

Pen in my hand, while others have a gun in mouth,
I'll stand the test of time, I'm not running out.
Time! You're running now.

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