I hear voices but don't see faces
Why can't I get access
Or am I getting out of sense
All I hear is nonsense
Without essence
Thick smoke chokes my throat
Bringing up some thought
The old man sucks his pipe
Listening to some hype
All these years I put my pen my work
Never getting to twerk
My pen has run out of ink
For I have failed to think
Maybe a wink could give me a hint
My black coffee runs cold
Coz I've not gotten hold
Though my father is old
He is still bold
Eager to mould
Without being told
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