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‘All I need in this life of sin’
is me and my Black pen
write with me til the bitter end
just me and my Black pen
‘look for me’
writing words sometimes I can’t say
getting it down and out in my own way
doing this shit most of everyday
exploring the deepest corners of my inner space
the world says you can’t do this
then says you can’t do that
until you feel so small and just under attack
and wanna fade and just fall right back
but nah,
I gotta listen for my own sound
when they’re trying to keep a good woman down
I just get back up — just rise above them now
as they freeze and gaze up at the clouds
watch me fly as I adjust my crown
now they’re the ones that are hurting now
‘look for me’
I hear you call my name
as you go down in flames
but it just ain’t pulling on my heart the same
like in the days thoughts of you — stuck in my brain
