Uncaged
It's my pain, my power
pens flow like raindrops, and the pen showers
My lyrics tickin' like clockwork, showin' my hours
Pages are the hourglass
excellence is my aimed target
greatness is my current path
I write what would I could say
pen is my gift and my pain.
Trialls inspire me
to be more than what I could be
turn my pain into our pleasure
make these words live forever.
My pain became my shine.
My gift became my lifeline
My darkness, my grind.
My grit and my shine,
keep flowin til I'm gone these words re my sands of time.
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