Give me a pen to write my deepest thoughts, cause the hurt and sadness I feel, a blunt couldn't help me cope. At the edge of my means to live this life, I find myself tired with no rest, so give me a pen to write, a way to not be shackled by the bullshit and games, people tend to play, when I'm all about the hustle. Give me a pen to write, out these emotions I feel, instead of letting good pieces of me, fall to the wayside by these cowards, cause it hurts like hell. Let me be rageful, vengeful, not caring, but on wax, than in my reality. Let the buds burn, to my fingertips, let the beat drop, the wanting to express, not looking for anything, except the calming voice, to say it's alright, to exist than to die. Cause life is too short, so give me a pen, cause I need to heal, not be reminded of the pain.
©gazeldeas
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