Feel it inside you
just let it guide you
til your spirits delightful
in spite of all that is spiteful
I come up to the mic full
and I just relent
cause I can feel it
deep down in my spirit
if you had doubts
then let me clear it
If you don't feel it then you should fear it
past the sky there be no limit
Vision so vivid
To see it you gotta feel it
Feel it
Conscious of my lack of limit
No time to be actin timid
Can't be caught slippin
By the agendas of the system
Personal wisdom
Further more builds him
They mighta thought they killed him
When nights got cold
I've watched flames mold
Not a spark or a cole
Came up from the floor
Yet if only they tried a little more
See defeat knows the poor
It lets anger pore down from tear ducts
What was once held dear to us
Lies dead like a sword left to rust
This pencil is my sword
With it I even strum chords
To my own accord
Getting better at it
Actin like an addict
Tryna master it
Bend it to my own will
Use it with my own skill
Make it my own real
With every letter it gets sharper
Cutting deeper with ever stroke
It's hand held no remotes
That would denote the point Im tryna get across
Cutting away at the soft tissues
Searching for my structure
It's covered by personal issues
Under this rubble is luster
I can't fumble or misuse this blade
I'd insult my culture
I can't let my consciousness fade
That would be the biggest blunder
And put me under
Now comes the hard part
Steady as a surgeon as I cut around the heart
Flow fluent like art
so I can hit my mark
Eyes closed in the dark
Cause I can feel it
deep down in my spirit
if you had doubts
then let me clear it
If you don't feel it then you should fear it
past the sky there be no limit
Vision so vivid
To see it you gotta feel it
Feel it
Young.
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