Breakin all the Rules
So I'm the guy who can't sing
That its not a reality, just a foolish dream
Another one handed piano player
A poser, never a creator
The same people who say rapping's not an art
Consider Langston Hughes apart
But if a drum played behind on of his rhymes
It would be fine because they think their age would show
Since they really don't care about what they don't know
To wise to see any new art through their eyes
So I'm breakin all the rules
The guy who can't sing is going to wail
Playing the piano with only one hand
And at the bridge? Their will be a Rap. And if you don't like that you can call the grandfather, Scat. Or the great grandfather, the famous Poetry. Because the truth is:
Just because I don't follow convention, and I sing with vibrato. Does not mean their is no place I can go.
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