felons are often covered in ink,
because they are stuck in a Penn.
my pages are often covered in ink,
because my thoughts are stuck in a pen.
felons get hit with a bullet,
filled with blood, sweat, tears, and lead.
my pages get hit with an idea,
filled with blood, sweat, tears, and lead.
felons catch a wrap,
now they got bars.
my pages catch a rap,
now they got bars.
felons inspire
to always do right.
my pages inspire
to always do. Write.
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