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I tried to stop this rhyming game Yet without it, I just don't feel the same Been away awhile, still dropping by To say "hello" and write yal lullabies Poems, raps, or whatever this is What crosses my mind Speaks out of my wrists Most of you really just pretend There's no authenticy You just follow trends Buy your talents with classes In schools Real talent is exhausting You fakers are fools Battling out who is the best Words are simple Mentality is the truest test Written like cursive All fine and neat Something well practiced Don't look good on my sheets Chicken scratch, scribbles, random lines Is a true writers notebook Originality Webster can't even define