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
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