Baggage from the long haul it's in what we got that we got
What we got and that we get to get what we will get
We followed like a latter day Stuart, the real story at bay,
There is a name that I know and name is my own of my own
The creative spark from chopping woods in the forest
To do away with what got passed there is a fire in life
I know when I have recovered what was more lost than my past
Is to me, the truth is what we call home is why we are here
Chances are for chances I know legacy is what some
Would give an arm and leg for what you write is what you keep.
I write to uncover the poem found in the lines, the original
I won't jump to your tune just cause you want me to
I won't walk your talk just cause you say create the crates
Once again of late, wound up in what we unravel serene
Spoken word slam poet we come out with a bang
So as to drum up and round up my beats stick, taking stock
What makes up, the imagination we make of it what we will
I set about my wanderings watchful you miss everything
It's high time you saw yourself out of your own ivory tower
The words echo through time, the words echo through time.
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