Jabari Nuruddin
Jabari Nuruddin

The Potent Pen

The Potent Pen

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04 Jun 2020

Writing like heron with the potent pen Recorded the revolution, the dope within I think I’ll call it morning, daybreak again They breakin in, They breakin in Zombies tearing down walls till they paper thin  Make it rain shotgun shells holes head to shin Holy bible told libel, the whore mary magdalene Wholy wild, foes tired, known score not close, I win I’m in, talking bout my time again, time to sin Not a cokehead, still got dope lines for your mind Floating on sine waves, sign on the dotted line Signature style, your sauce mild, these bars my child Produced to be prolific, an astute author, they all mine Recognize the wise, a proud father, saw they got my jawline  A giant shark eating mankind, a quick little jaws line Protected, can’t assault mine, just digging out a salt mine Writing like heron with the potent pen Recorded the revolution, the dope within I think I’ll call it morning, daybreak again They breakin in, They breakin in Not a made man, cause you can’t make men Just another product of my environment All lies, a castaway, left rotting on an island Fucjk, Where did i land, is this all times plan Talking bout my time again, wonder what I am Used to blow trees till all I could see was my tolerance Offering up flowers for the slaughtering, not prospering Wonder where god went, not even sure he ever left Caused that’d mean he was once here These days spent with my mind clear Still staying a failure is all I fear Success seems all but near Time to up the grind a gear Writing like heron with the potent pen Recorded the revolution, the dope within I think I’ll call it morning, daybreak again They breakin in, They breakin in cash played and won, pay raking in No matter what the house wins, taking chips Doritos, cheetos fritos, jokes talking chips He knows the key notes, high bows     , speeches talking dip Let it slip, I’m with the shit if we’re talking shit Shit, got a bit, might as well spill my guts Vomitting up bars on what the fuck is up What’s crackalackin cept my lack of funds Could spit less than the truth,  but can’t back it up Not exactly max tax bracket bruh,  coming up a must In this lonely world who but you can you trust Due to duty, using terms like time as rut But it's all I know, you see im almost done One more line to come if we're including this one

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Writing like heron with the potent pen Recorded the revolution, the dope within I think I’ll call it morning, daybreak again They breakin in, They breakin in Zombies tearing down walls till they paper thin  Make it rain shotgun shells holes head to shin Holy bible told libel, the whore mary magdalene Wholy wild, foes tired, known score not close, I win I’m in, talking bout my time again, time to sin Not a cokehead, still got dope lines for your mind Floating on sine waves, sign on the dotted line Signature style, your sauce mild, these bars my child Produced to be prolific, an astute author, they all mine Recognize the wise, a proud father, saw they got my jawline  A giant shark eating mankind, a quick little jaws line Protected, can’t assault mine, just digging out a salt mine Writing like heron with the potent pen Recorded the revolution, the dope within I think I’ll call it morning, daybreak again They breakin in, They breakin in Not a made man, cause you can’t make men Just another product of my environment All lies, a castaway, left rotting on an island Fucjk, Where did i land, is this all times plan Talking bout my time again, wonder what I am Used to blow trees till all I could see was my tolerance Offering up flowers for the slaughtering, not prospering Wonder where god went, not even sure he ever left Caused that’d mean he was once here These days spent with my mind clear Still staying a failure is all I fear Success seems all but near Time to up the grind a gear Writing like heron with the potent pen Recorded the revolution, the dope within I think I’ll call it morning, daybreak again They breakin in, They breakin in cash played and won, pay raking in No matter what the house wins, taking chips Doritos, cheetos fritos, jokes talking chips He knows the key notes, high bows     , speeches talking dip Let it slip, I’m with the shit if we’re talking shit Shit, got a bit, might as well spill my guts Vomitting up bars on what the fuck is up What’s crackalackin cept my lack of funds Could spit less than the truth,  but can’t back it up Not exactly max tax bracket bruh,  coming up a must In this lonely world who but you can you trust Due to duty, using terms like time as rut But it's all I know, you see im almost done One more line to come if we're including this one

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