I lost what I had
Now where did it go?
A sick type rhyme something metaphorical
A question I earned the answer to
knew it, rhetorical
Got caught, happens a lot
Within my bullshit, I forgot
Now I'm staring at the page like Nick Cage staring in a mirror
The rhymes are coming now but it ain't getting clearer
I lost it like a foster kid
Cause I thought I embossed it
You know, like I had it in my head
Within me forever
The decision not to write, can't say it was clever
Cause I'm not
I forgot, I forgot, I forgot
And that's a lot that I leave behind
Grand thoughts of mine, ooze out of me like slime
Time after time and I vent cause I rhyme
But I can't intuit always how to do it
I mean how I did it, and my mind don't stay with it
And thoughts may feel here but they ain't here to stay
Read Plato
On what's it called? Phae?
Nope it was Phaedrus, who said writing is a drug
Cause the mind is sick, you know it really can't remember shit
This pen, this pad though I don't see as no crutch
I ain't got this memorized like some double dutch
[and that's it]
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