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Sp at end of the letter (Verse 1) Yo, I scribble thoughts in the margins, call it art, Rebel with a cause, I’m tearing pages apart, Spitting fire, I’m the spark in this dark, Got the world on my shoulders, but I’m leaving my mark. No apologies for the truth that I spit, Letters to the system, can’t handle the grit, I’m the voice of the youth, no filter, no shame, Breaking chains, no more playing your game. (Verse 2) I’m the ink in your pen, the rage in your heart, Every line that I write, tearing ignorance apart, They wanna silence the sound, but I’m louder than ever, Rebellious spirit, won’t break, I’m clever. So I’m flipping the script, writing history’s page, With every single letter, I’m igniting the stage, Sp at the end, but I’m starting a war, With the power of my words, I’m a lion, not a bore.
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Sp at end of the letter (Verse 1) Yo, I scribble thoughts in the margins, call it art, Rebel with a cause, I’m tearing pages apart, Spitting fire, I’m the spark in this dark, Got the world on my shoulders, but I’m leaving my mark. No apologies for the truth that I spit, Letters to the system, can’t handle the grit, I’m the voice of the youth, no filter, no shame, Breaking chains, no more playing your game. (Verse 2) I’m the ink in your pen, the rage in your heart, Every line that I write, tearing ignorance apart, They wanna silence the sound, but I’m louder than ever, Rebellious spirit, won’t break, I’m clever. So I’m flipping the script, writing history’s page, With every single letter, I’m igniting the stage, Sp at the end, but I’m starting a war, With the power of my words, I’m a lion, not a bore.