Dark days where I think I'm trying to find my talents
Where the pain from the ink is satisfied by the palette
Yang to the yin I'm trying to find a balance where the
Pain from within is satisfied by my talent
As a journalist, I've come to this fork in the road
Do we deliver what you want or what's within our soul?
Do we deliver what we think you need
Or do we just deliver what you paid for and continue on this broken road?
I don't know, but I know that I need to change something
But if I cease to exist at my d**h, I'll change nothing
The sacrifice has got me feeling like a victim of prerogative
Inside of a cycle serving the same function
But I'm just a fraction of the story lacking fiction
All these authors of fables'll say that I'm the hater
Still the power of an army in an organism
Numerator calling out to the denominator -
Fractions .
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Yo..
There's a reason the EQ always begins the chain
There's a reason deceit and lies'll begin the pain
There's a reason the needle had laid within the vein
And trust the only constant is change, so he'll never be the same
You won't believe how ruthless motherf**ers is for fame
Until you find a knife inside your back that's branded with your name
You won't believe how ruthless motherf**ers is with dames
Until she spills her heart across your floor in each and every way
Not not guilty, but I know that ya'll feel me
Drop top, springtime - but it's fall chilly
Not caught, bing time couldn't stop this grind
Just as long as I know that ya'll n***as all with me -
Percentage is forever two atop fifty
You could pick a variety, but it's all piffy
Playin' hop skotch dealers for the pot crop's on some twenty ten sh**
Next level - ya'll feel me?
Fractions .
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