20 more days baby!!
I've never been so busy with homework in my life. Due dates on post-it notes all over the place.
Haven't been ballin' at all..
Inspired by Lupe Fiasco's - The Instrumental
He likes to lay low,
underneath the surface of the earth is where he births his work at
he's got fire in his cold heart, cuz he constantly gets hurt but he never hurts back
cuz deep inside he knows there's a time he will shine, and realize it was all worth that
so he grinds to let his train of thought out of the confines of his mind to burn up his first track
he bops to the beat from his invisible earphones
moving that pen to translate his tearflow
born to fear no man, tangible or intangible,
he will be heard through stereo
and to think, all it was was to kill time
started out by writing a sick rhyme
line by line he revealed his mind
now he cleans ya ears out with that spit shine
no longer a voice trapped inside,
confused like being in a box with mirrors on six sides
but he soars through the sky like he was meant to be
though his body's in the earth, he is mentally - free
he doesn't want your sympathy
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Happy belated birthday to tine btw
I miss home..
oh check this out -
The absence of appreciation is as common as the appreciation of common itself.
THINK ABOUT IT. if you can't think, THAYNK ABOUT IT.
