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I start to think, and then I sink

Into the paper like I was ink

When I’m writing, I’m trapped in between the lines

I escape when I finish the rhyme.”

Brain cells are lit. Ideas start to hit

Next the formation of words that fit

At the table I sit, making it legit

And when my pen hits the paper.

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it

If skills sold, truth be told, I’d probably be

Lyrically, Talib Kweli

Truthfully, I wanna rhyme like Common Sense

But I did 5 mill’ – I ain’t been rhyming like Common since

Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin’

Soon as I step on the scene, I’m hearin’ hoochies screamin

Here’s a murder rap to keep y’all dancin’

With a crime record like Charles Manson

AK-47 is the tool

Don’t make me act a fool.

Our freedom of speech is freedom or death

We got to fight the powers that be

Lemme hear you say

Fight the power.