Note By Note

Sophisticated, but mentally endangered, he's sharp as a razor Intimidated by his own mind, until his pen forms a sword and defeats his paper, Categorized by society, given the label of a thug, Found guilty of innocence, cause he was born into the slums He killed the beat with metaphors, and invisible rhymes, the autopsy uncovered nothing, the alphabet was his genocide, Take a look inside, and find nothing, cause I'm nothing, so in the beat is where I hide So as long as I'm alive, I'll run into this notebook in broken times He walked this trail of tears, and he's lost in broken rodes, Stumbling over writers block, as his thoughts hide inside his dome Main characteristic is that he refuses to be a statistic, The possiblities are endless, because dreams are what's realistic He was born to raise Hell, but he rose to drop bombs, Material defenitions of the welfare he was on, The knight in shining armor, he was undefeatable when he wrote, So he defeated his enemies, beat by beat, and note by note