Write On

1st Verse (yU)
 So many things on the brain, just to hang
 The ink drips on the page, I feel priveledged to say
 That a song saved me from dying
 Them times I try to keep in mind
 We're affecting peoples life thru rhymes
 Rapping, thoughts jotted on a napkin
 Balled it up, found a month later in my other jacket
 Tone raspy, cuz I've got a cold
 Words written powerful, my handwriting but still, I don't know
 If I wrote it, and if so what was I going thru then
 Written in pen, I use pencil.
 But then again.
 Sometimes you use whatever u got,
 Aint nothin wrong, I done used Neiori's crayons
 For songs yall play all day long
 We make wrong right again
 Dive in headfirst to write a verse tighter than the last one I wrote
 And I'll pass on the smoke, sippin aloe vera juice from a can
 You quote me, write on.
 2nd Verse (Imani Bilal)
 Love, hate, sunshine, rain
 Art will always remain the remedy for pain
 As thoughts scribe themselves on walls of my brain
 I claim my story and spit it
 To make the seeds think
 Sitting backwards in empty pastures
 As I bleed ink and sink in it
 This is what happens when I empty my self into myself
 This is what happens when
 Life's hands offer no help and then I
 Drift into a translucent dream
 That is my only reality
 Gladly folding the alphabet in such dimensions that
 One sentence becomes an entire world
 The universe is in you,
 Believe that, and see what the pen do, write on.
 3rd Verse (yU)
 And I done seen a whole lot, so
 For me, I've found a way to let thoughts go
 And I might talk slow, I write songs
 Speak from the heart, & not the skull
 Got soul, inscripted in each scroll that I scribble in
 Chizeling what I meant within the width of the paper's lines
 I try to take my time wit it
 Rhyming like I'm venting, this is my opinion
 I am sending. Thru song, its everliving
 Won't forget it.
 Blending with rhythm. When spitting, I relay vision
 Folks listen. Like a solstice who chose THIS, over chilling
 Ready & willing, write or wrong, turn it to song, calm as a seance
 The lights stay on
 Without the use of electric, the candles lit
 Glowing like tips of incents, the ashes drift
 Feeding my habit again, I grabbed a pen. Start imagining
 Thoughts gathering, patterns on my notepad I write on...