When the mic is on, give me a love for the freedom, the voice to speak from the realness of my heart, cause whether it's loved or hated, let it be in the ears of God, and let him be the judge, to whether it's true or false. When the mic is on, give me a high like no other, let my pain be felt, my words build strength, to the next struggler. Let my love, my hopes, and dreams go not forgotten. Let be the truest I ever felt, or said. When the mic is on, when it's only the pen and pad, the weed smoke in the air, or just the silence, and a beat develops. When the mic is on, give me the kind of love, as to speak, then stay silent. Cause it's no greater love when rhe mic is on."
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