STRING. - Intellectual

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My ego's influence is inspirin'

My time isn't buyin' in

My flow is too tirin'

The jobs aren't hirin'

The guns have been firin'

My lime isn't wiring

The words that we piratin'

The files we take are worth more than admirin'

The people conspirin' are the people acquirin'

Land to which the cattle's expirin'

They're never retirin'

When I hate again, you know we despise 'em

I'm gettin' more violent

Needa pick up the violin

Gotta make em go cry again

The weaponized tear will put em down

A speech you need, could probably bomb a town

With a frown you can loss respect from nations

If you're burnt then why no liberation

Somebody pass the plate like rotation

The people worship lord, but support the ideas of Satan

Know I don't know if you playin

I used play strings in 6th grade

I burnt out, we ain't paid

The notes played and been sane

I wrote about the stress, but my pages, they been frayed, I've been framed

My fingers, they been played

My fingers crossed when it blisters

The violin wasn't for me by the time I hit winter

I tried to quit the class, best I got was 60 but I didn't even give a 50 or a 40 or anything at all

My talents they all fall

Like a mugshot off the wall

Like the phone when in a call

Ain't no task too big or small

Ain't no words can say it all

My strings they cut

I fall to the ground

They leaving me now

They leaving me a drawing on the table

I won't give up until the word shows a man is able