Not some first tries These were the last line’s That the master wrote After he had lost all hope The sun came in He didn’t grab ahold of the pen Momentary was his rem In his dream Fashion stating Yes of course In the beginning I wasn’t too original In the next inning I was fucking winning Hitting batting Averaging Up there were my Percentage’s Turning pages like mad How many hours passed Nobody know Then something happened to my ability To go From the beginning to the end I was caught in the whirlpool like hurricane Thunder Wind Thunder Wind Yeah Caught in the maze of mind YEAH YEAH It was impossible to finish that rhyme Let alone the sentence i had start My progress on the halt Or so i thought Really i was learning To work smart Work smart My progress on the halt Work smart Following my heart Work smart Work smart No outside ...
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