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Pain of a Poet
Who I be? Well some call me the P.O.P.
Poetic Apostle giving you some truth to swallow
Follower I am not I've been bottled up and boxed
The pressure that i've got is like life in jail wit no crotch
I'm a lyrical big cock with seeds dieing to escape
Break through flesh's gates molest you sweet rapes
Bless you with heeps of hate, curse you wit some love
From these veins I give my blood
The arc of me is continuous, you k No AH v floods
Been drug the in the mud in ruts i'm sure you seen
My drug is my dreams, You haven't seen a fiend so clean
Something we haven't seen is Purity with no blemish
I burn cities down with my tongue so it all will diminish
Finish what I started it's too late to go back
My shoulders hold my cultures boulders, B-more is on my back
I bring something from nothing, My shine even blinds the bling
Like psalms my pen sing... Through storms I find wings.
P.O.P
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