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People ask me a lot why do I write Well...Pain is Lyrics am I right It constricts my heart ever so tight I try to break the hold with all my might But the pain is 2 strong In this mindframe I belong No friends in my life I remain alone I was born the same as I will forever be gone Beginning in my preteens I felt constant oppostion Looking in the mirror every morning I saw no recognition Tempted to have my head in the clouds Which way do I go, drugs or alcohol Will it make my conscience proud It will feel good I told myself, but I saw doubt I need an outlet, I need a way out So after the death of my bestfriend Going on the path to destruction had to end So in 8th grade english Mrs. Mackowich told us to write a couplet I felt the urge to "up it" But I had too much to say My poetic testimony took the pain away October 3 2004 was my first write dedicated to my friend's memory I had my class feeling sympathy, but why do I feel like I'm the enemy That one death was the weapon to tackle my self-doubt My depressing Me stressing Hopelessness Self-hate in my heart thrived My new drug has finally arrived! So I write everyday, every way To get away mind-wise My emotions are disguised The pen will be my pipe The ink is my nicotione Instead of putting it to my lips I put it to the page How could I think so deeply at such a young age I can't stop its addicting My thoughts are forever flipping And they ask me why I write It's obvious I feel spite After reading people assume I want to be a rapper Such dogmatic fools why would I participate in such "crapper" It doesn't matter If I'm black I'm human and that's that Rappers write from the mind I write from the heart Straight from the middle like a game of darts I'm the Robert Frost of rap The Jay-Z of poetry The Edgar Allen Poe of lyrics The Kanye West of english All embodied in one to the end All I need is One Heart All I need is One Pen If you can't tell that I'm the most unique Afican American of my age you are without perspective. If you are not rich and powerful people feel as if what you say is meaningless.I speak to people of all corners of humanity with my feelings and thoughts.While my bestfriends were partying and doing crime when i was growing up in my teen years, I was in my room reading harry potter, playing Playstation, and writing poetry.This is my life and talent. The legacy I chose to imprint. This is my ode to poetry.

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One Heart, One Pen (Why I Write)

People ask me a lot why do I write Well...Pain is Lyrics am I right It constricts my heart ever so tight I try to break the hold with all my might But the pain is 2 strong In this mindframe I belong No friends in my life I remain alone I was born the same as I will forever be gone Beginning in my preteens I felt constant oppostion Looking in the mirror every morning I saw no recognition Tempted to have my head in the clouds Which way do I go, drugs or alcohol Will it make my conscience proud It will feel good I told myself, but I saw doubt I need an outlet, I need a way out So after the death of my bestfriend Going on the path to destruction had to end So in 8th grade english Mrs. Mackowich told us to write a couplet I felt the urge to "up it" But I had too much to say My poetic testimony took the pain away October 3 2004 was my first write dedicated to my friend's memory I had my class feeling sympathy, but why do I feel like I'm the enemy That one death was the weapon to tackle my self-doubt My depressing Me stressing Hopelessness Self-hate in my heart thrived My new drug has finally arrived! So I write everyday, every way To get away mind-wise My emotions are disguised The pen will be my pipe The ink is my nicotione Instead of putting it to my lips I put it to the page How could I think so deeply at such a young age I can't stop its addicting My thoughts are forever flipping And they ask me why I write It's obvious I feel spite After reading people assume I want to be a rapper Such dogmatic fools why would I participate in such "crapper" It doesn't matter If I'm black I'm human and that's that Rappers write from the mind I write from the heart Straight from the middle like a game of darts I'm the Robert Frost of rap The Jay-Z of poetry The Edgar Allen Poe of lyrics The Kanye West of english All embodied in one to the end All I need is One Heart All I need is One Pen If you can't tell that I'm the most unique Afican American of my age you are without perspective. If you are not rich and powerful people feel as if what you say is meaningless.I speak to people of all corners of humanity with my feelings and thoughts.While my bestfriends were partying and doing crime when i was growing up in my teen years, I was in my room reading harry potter, playing Playstation, and writing poetry.This is my life and talent. The legacy I chose to imprint. This is my ode to poetry.