I'm tamin myself
trainin myself
. . .I'm filled with the light that propelled me the first time
the first stroke of the pen on the first line
Man. . (laughs)
Where the Fuck have I been?
A slight grin
Nizzy's back at it again
Still on my Tupac shit
Written words keep my mind cocked
locked and loaded
Misery no longer hinders my ability
Probally the reason why all these readers is Feelin me...
...My Poetic Analysis...
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