Yea so like i said in my first post I keep waking up with this knot in my stomach and I'm not quite sure what it is, I guess I need to keep working.
I'm at the bottom of an inkwell looking at the top/
Call me the last drop, like hemerageing blood vessels poped/
I'm bursting on the tablet, the maverick, way above average/
Used by the savage that can't control thier habits/
Forever passed on like tales of vagabonds/
Like comics I'm drawn to the paper on this song/
I'm also used by the rich to sign bonds/
My stock and profits, are stocked in pockets/
No need for minstrels, I'm darker than pencils/
Last word on instrumentals, I'm finto blow this shit wide open/
This is not a game so you don't need no tokens/
Will edit later...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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