Give me a mind, eyes, and hand to write with
put my pen to that paper im not talking no bull ish
i stand upon this stage and you can see my soul speaking
look closely to that paper and you can see my soul leaking
watch my mind burst and break out of the cage
as my thoughts spill out and leak on this white page
pain and intelligence wrap around these blue lines
read between the lines and all you see is the true signs
no more thoughts can be trapped in these steel chains
no Grey cloud no longer will it still rain
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