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Playing With Words

My name be Gee Your name be me But any way I'm playing with words like Every day, skipping punctuations so I sound strange Call that my ultimate stage, Altered ego to create that insane persona For Satan's game guess I lost it again, but anyways! I'll be piercing through paper like I was writing with acid, It's me gee my mind be lucid Battling with myself and Guess who's winning? I feel so sorry for the loser thou. They moving They moving fast, Traveling with time Im moving slowly with mine, Cause i got the whole world on my finger tips Doors opening like I have a bunch of keys, Im writing my ego and Producing my personality, So I play them keys, Hitting high notes and I make sure I get in between, My mind screaming that's vocals so listen! heart on melodies I'm breathing peacefully, Talking in hymns, my eyes as tones so when I blink I make a sound The watcher, crowned with a golden eye So my forehead shines, I see music and I hear pictures Am I losing it? Nah its just my senses You know What's in my mind! The needle inside Damn, about to pop my mind That red dot on my forehead, Its a head shot but I got four heads Crossing with my body so that's an x shape, The weirdo, the great Gee If only you can solve x The unknown me, Sadly these nothing to discover She deleted all my numbers, That's one sheet you have to uncover But these trees to cut for the next paper, So I calculated before contemplating For this piece I have to kill threes, My body, my soul and spirit So im flowing, Writing on white paper with my black pen Ink oozing out that's a sensation felt by education, The principles of my work, Teaching others and they are motivating themselves to become leaders, And that's great!

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