I write cause I can hear the paper calling me
the pen taps my shoulder the ink is my luxary
cause I can set free the essesance of my soul and let the world know my suffering
tell my trials of tribulation with out any buffering
hovering all around me are the spirit of my words

I write so the spirits can be heard
soaring threw the air is my pen dropping ink from the back like shit out of birds
landing on the head of my paper igniting my words so they can burn
let the lost souls of my thoughts rest in there urn

I write so I can deal with my stress
so I can let out abuelas death
so I can realease the pain burried in my chest
so my head I rest then the pad I address
with the pen I confess all the tourment in my heart til no inks left

blessed they say I am
I write so the people can understand
the negative treatment recieved for those different is planned
but my sheet is the movement my pen is the march and the ink is all who wanna take a stand

I write cause my mind is in the grasp of insanity
my imagination runs wild I can explore the galaxy
one thought and I'm on mars swiming in lava ignoring gravity
the paper is space the pen is the stars and a blotch of ink is the black hole that causes tragedy

I write for slavery for aborted babies for this fucked up system its crazy
I write so you know you can't phase me cause I'm amazing so GS can give me a good ratings
I write to be a star the paper is the red carpet that they place for me
the pen are the photoshots taken as I walk so gracefully
the ink is the trophy I hold and get my name in a historic placing

I write for so many different reasons
cause when the master piece is done I get a magnificent feeling
some thing like a crack head gets when dreaming
the paper is the crack the pen the needle and the ink is him feening

I write to escape the demons that hide
to admit my guilt and all my lies
to show the lord for my soul I'll try
to let the world know both my sides threw every scribe
the paper is the heavenly gates
the pen is the devil and in hell he waits
and the ink is the key that will set my fate

imma write til I take my last breath
I hope my words are the cause of my death
so I die for what I believe in and not nonsense
the paper is my body rotting
the pen is my spirit manefesting out my body
and the ink is the legacy that will keep on rhyming

i write for positivity and equality
cause god gave me this wonderful ability
so the whole world know how new York city be
to escape reallity to shake misery
the paper is my safe haven the pen gives me sympothy and the ink protects me from injury

I write to see the white paper clouds forming
to hear the thundering sounds of my pen growing
and threw the ink my thoughts start pouring
now the world is soaked with my undying pain of mourning
I write til the weather clears up and becomes a sunny morning