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My pen weighs Heavy like the Roots of Kunta Kinte The sweeter the juice is what my kin say An evening boost for seasoning fruit to get paid You've seen me in bloom for many a moon so get saved Pedal the petals to give praise I get raised to get rays A never ending cycle in the womb of what my pen lays Shrouding word in mystery Message too smooth for censoring I read that it was written They would ink our place in history
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
My pen weighs...
My pen weighs Heavy like the Roots of Kunta Kinte The sweeter the juice is what my kin say An evening boost for seasoning fruit to get paid You've seen me in bloom for many a moon so get saved Pedal the petals to give praise I get raised to get rays A never ending cycle in the womb of what my pen lays Shrouding word in mystery Message too smooth for censoring I read that it was written They would ink our place in history
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
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