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The Passion With Which I Write

I’m a renegade
When the pen to page
Sharp enough 
To give your tongue a fade
Verbally I’m like a razor blade
I cut straight to the point
Ain’t got time to waste
I’m not tryin to rap

Cause I stay writing
Strike 1000 times
You can call me lightning
Each verse that I write
Is a bit of insight 
Living in the darkness of the world
I shine so bright

I’m Old enough to know better
But Young enough to be better
Have wisdom in my mouthpiece
So what I speak makes life better

But I’m straight betting 
That most of you
Don’t know anything
Besides your point of view 
You believe in any thing that’s misleading too
Like Waters not wet and the sky’s not blue 

You Can’t see past the way you feel
But the things I think
I know you can’t deal
Universal truth is way
more than mass appeal
And a lot of the time
What you don’t see is way more real

Your In over your head in the shallow end
I’m over your head when I pick up this pen
Writing with a severity 
You’d be blessed to see again
So When the light shines bright
Run and tell a friend

Better yet you better look away
That light will burn like the end of days
Flash burn your intellect 
Til you feel pain
Don’t blame me 
Don’t say my name

You should never let anyone
Ever Get the best of you
Stand your ground through 
Trial and tribulations too
The blessings will come 
When the time comes due
It’s always best to give respect
And only speak what’s true

As for me I stay grateful
To those that kept my plate full 
And Provided me with shelter
When the world turned hateful
Those that Prayed for me 
Those that Prayed over me 
Those are the ones that actually 
Showed love to me

I will never forget what it’s like
To feel defeat 
Beat, white flag waving
Left for dead on the street
Too much to carry 
But I’m still on my feet
Your 100% mistaken
If you start thinking 
that I’m breaking
Earthquakin 
It’s gonna take a whole 
lot more than shakin 

To prevent me from reaching this finish line
I’m living fine
God gave me the sharpest mind
And a slick ability to pen a rhyme
I refine my focus
from my cerebral cortex 
Straight through my medulla oblongata 
Because I do what I gotta 
Not focused on how I wanna

Stop and take a breather
My passions burning
Like I’m fueled by straight ether
Most of y’all can’t keep up with me either
Burn out and burn up 
like you came down with a fever
I believe in a Lord that will never 
Ever leave ya
But Free ya, 
Blessed by the Lord
Who wouldn’t wanna be ya?

I can’t seem to put down
Enough of these thoughts
My pen starts smoking
And the paper gets hot
Sometimes this is all that 
I feel that I’ve  got
I keep taking my chances
Last bullet in the barrel
I’ve only got one shot
But a little is a lot
When God is in it
With Him and through Him
Is how to win it. 
I’m not looking for fame
I’m not looking for glory
I’m just playing my part
In the Worlds 
Greatest 
Story...

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