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I know I'm not the only one that thought WTF?
That's right WHY THIS FAIL
Cause right now I'm turning on my light bulb
and tipping this pail

Now from what I understand slam was using your voice
grabbing a microphone and talking a choice
Taking a stand
against the man
you could the feel the shake inside the palm of your hand

but don't mistake me
decisions were made
but I just don't agree

Like a 
liberation was made and no one had the key
did you see any slaves?
No one needed any pity
Now I feel some of us how to get down right gritty

Another thing I knew is slam is on the spot
busting a rhyme
don't take your time
or your sweat would roll down and your face would be hot

Don't underestimate me
The words written on a page is classed poetry
But If you can't gauge out your mouth
How else would this type of form be placed out?

Like a
medication was given without a prescription
I didn't see any patients
Who had this jurisdiction?

I thought a voice was a freedom
and a hand could use a pen
Tossing back points so they could just redeem them
and this is how all the colors blend

I thought poetry was a feeling
or a thought one heard
maybe riddle
so others could get the words
but I know all places have rules
And I will abide
but I already know I am the justified!

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