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No Bracket

  1. I put a thought in a sentence, then stretch it until it's elastic
  2. The penmanship's intricate, every syllable interreactive
  3. I pivot the rhythm, the minute you think that I'm finished, I'm back with
  4. A different perspective, connecting the dots you considered distracted
  5. I'm giving the page an identity, breathing through imagery
  6. Literally building a bridge out of words that were killing me
  7. Cynically, critics will listen for flaws in the symmetry
  8. Missing the meaning beneath all the technical ability
  9. I got a pocket of patterns, a cabinet packed with cadences
  10. The kind of arrangements that change how you hear what the statement is
  11. I take an ordinary phrase rearrange the placement
  12. Then give it a second interpretation without explaining it
  13. The violin cries while the guitar strings shimmer
  14. I'm painting with the language, every bar a different picture
  15. The drums keep knocking like a tenant with a temper
  16. I'm writing through December with the hunger of September
  17. No bracket, no ladder, no number beside my name
  18. I came to put the craft on trial, let the sentences explain
  19. If the pen is a blade, then the page is where I sharpen it
  20. Every line another layer, every verse another argument
  21. I can make a simple statement carry weight without a scale
  22. Make a metaphor confess, make a syllable leave a trail
  23. Make the ending of a bar feel like the start of something else
  24. I don't need to sound complex if the thought can speak itself
  25.  
  26. No bracket, I'm just trying to see where I land
  27. Been writing all these verses, trying to understand who I am
  28. Got a lot up on my mind that I can't fit in a song
  29. So I put it in a rhyme and just let the beat run
  30. I ain't worried about the numbers, I got something to say
  31. Been up late with a pen, trying to get it on the page
  32. And if nobody hears it, at least I know it's mine
  33. I just hope they hear the truth somewhere between the lines
  34.  
  35. seen a man sell his soul for a salary, smiling like nothing was wrong
  36. His daughter was waiting at home with a drawing, he promised he'd see her at dawn
  37. Funny how money can turn into medicine, then be the reason you're gone
  38. You spend your whole life trying to buy back the time that you wasted on getting it on
  39. I got relatives acting like strangers, exchanging a glance when I walk in the room
  40. Some people bring flowers to funerals, secretly praying you get there too soon
  41. I learned that the sweetest of voices can carry the venom that poisons the bloom
  42. And sometimes the people who tell you they're proud are the ones hoping you never improve
  43. I remember the nights when the streetlights flickered, the pavement was wet from the rain
  44. We were laughing at nothing, too young to know something was waiting to happen again
  45. Now I'm older, the jokes don't hit right, and the silence got louder than all of my friends
  46. It's a strange kind of grief when you miss who you were, but you know you can't go there again
  47. I've seen desperation dressed up in designer, a poverty mindset with a chain
  48. Seen people with nothing give everything freely, and rich folks get sick over change
  49. The world got a funny way twisting the truth till the innocent carry the blame
  50. And everybody's preaching about being themselves while they're terrified looking estranged
  51. I don't know if it's growth or I'm simply exhausted from trying to decipher the signs
  52. I used to believe every promise they made, now I watch how they move over time
  53. You can give someone everything, still be the villain the moment you draw a line
  54. And the hardest part isn't accepting they're gone, it's admitting you knew all the time
  55. Now the moon's hanging low and the neighborhood's quiet, the air's got a chill to the bone
  56. I'm thinking of people I haven't seen lately, then wondering who's thinking alone
  57. We all want a place where we don't have to prove we're deserving of somewhere called home
  58. But we build all these walls to protect what we have, then complain that we live on our own
  59.  
  60. No bracket, I'm just trying to see where I land
  61. Been writing all these verses, trying to understand who I am
  62. Got a lot up on my mind that I can't fit in a song
  63. So I put it in a rhyme and just let the beat run
  64. I ain't worried about the numbers, I got something to say
  65. Been up late with a pen, trying to get it on the page
  66. And if nobody hears it, at least I know it's mine
  67. I just hope they hear the truth somewhere between the lines

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