Andre James
Andre James

pick up the pen

pick up the pen

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7 days ago

Pick up the pen, Write down the lyrics that Come from your head Straight from the heart. Even the Best rappers ever had to Start Somewhere, Very far from the end. So pick up the pen. Write down the lyrics that Come to your mind. If you’re not serious, then You may never find The voice inside So once again, Yo pick up the pen. Verse 1: I pick up the pen, let my thoughts flow From the deepest parts of my soul, I let it all show Words of wisdom, knowledge and pain In this cold world, only the strong will reign I write my truth, no holding back Every line I spit, is a lyrical attack On the system that's designed to keep us down But I rise up, wearing my crown Verse 2: I put my heart on the page, let my story unfold From the struggles I faced, to the dreams I hold I paint a picture with my words, vivid and clear For those who listen, let them hear The voice of the voiceless, the cry of the oppressed I speak for the ones who are always second-guessed I pick up the pen, and I never let go My words are my weapon, my truth will always show

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7 days ago

Pick up the pen, Write down the lyrics that Come from your head Straight from the heart. Even the Best rappers ever had to Start Somewhere, Very far from the end. So pick up the pen. Write down the lyrics that Come to your mind. If you’re not serious, then You may never find The voice inside So once again, Yo pick up the pen. Verse 1: I pick up the pen, let my thoughts flow From the deepest parts of my soul, I let it all show Words of wisdom, knowledge and pain In this cold world, only the strong will reign I write my truth, no holding back Every line I spit, is a lyrical attack On the system that's designed to keep us down But I rise up, wearing my crown Verse 2: I put my heart on the page, let my story unfold From the struggles I faced, to the dreams I hold I paint a picture with my words, vivid and clear For those who listen, let them hear The voice of the voiceless, the cry of the oppressed I speak for the ones who are always second-guessed I pick up the pen, and I never let go My words are my weapon, my truth will always show

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