My Word

November 29, 2007
"My Word"

I'm thinking of rhymes
to put on this paper
I cant
I dont, I won't think
and my words wont sink
I'm stuck
stuck at a lump
stuck at a bump in the road
this boulder on my shoulder's
getting harder to hold
with every day I grow older
and my heart grows colder
the spinning wont stop
with this chip on my shoulder
and the rich arent giving
the deceased arent living
so let it go
and maybe you wont get old
sike!!! you will
but I'm just sayin
I'm just payin
my lyrics is what I'm sprayin
thay'll smack you in the face
just like a fist outta hell
but that's exactly what you need
as far as I can tell

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