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ayomiro. - leadpen lyrics

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verse 1:
i’ve become aware that due to my dark-skinned presentation
that the first thing that i must perfect is my reputation
with this charcoal complexion, i must surp-ss expectation
that i would solely be good for prison and probation
as a result, i would raze any aspect that’d be deemed hood
acting in the way society had deemed good, the way i should
soon, my own mentality was “us versus them.”
ignorance became the tap water to my cut flower stem
i painted the picture, perfect portrait of martyred melanin
living with the belief that i’d be no better than other men
in eighth grade, i was attracted to the art of sonnet scripting
i’d write love letters to women. i’d spend my nights pencil-chipping
i’d survive the rest of eighth and ninth through lyric’s lore
until i began to study independent hip hop music more
i’d examine the agony of the illuminated speaker
and swirl the choral chemicals in my brain, like beakers

hook:
with this ballpoint pen, i begin to write
my thoughts appear on loose leaf, and it all comes to life
with this ballpoint pen, i begin to write
my thoughts appear on loose leaf, and it all comes to life

verse 2:
advancing within my high school, i was pen-addicted
soon enough, my standard sk!lls were deemed as gifted
the focused depiction of trials that continue to plague me
hoping one day, i’d release it just for people to play me
any scr-p of paper became my canvas for conferences
as i practice my suppressed penchant for open honestness
my authorship allowed for my essays to be autonomous
as i compressed my collection of efforts into an omnibus
my writing made way towards developing my wing set
a youngling with unrealized flight potential; i’m a cygnet
soaring above the issues, live life through a bird’s eye view
spending money on college-ruled paper, as opposed to tissue
can’t construct new circ-mstances, so i make new persona
can’t put the pen down, for i’m addicted to the ink’s aroma
as i compose my nonfiction poems and prose
i pray that one day, my gift will give someone hope

hook:
with this ballpoint pen, i begin to write
my thoughts appear on loose leaf, and it all comes to life
with this ballpoint pen, i begin to write
my thoughts appear on loose leaf, and it all comes to life



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