Artist: yU Album: The Earn * Song: Write On Typed by: @yUthe78er @MelloMusicGroup * http://mellomusicgroup.bandcamp.com/album/the-earn So many things on the brain, just to hang the ink drips on the page, I feel priveledged to say That a song saved me from dying Them times I try to keep in mind We're affecting peoples life thru rhymes Rapping, thoughts jotted on a napkin Balled it up, found a month later in my other jacket Tone raspy, cuz I've got a cold Words written powerful, my handwriting but still, I don't know If I wrote it, and if so what was I going thru then Written in pen, I use pencil.. But then again.. Sometimes you use whatever u got Aint nothin wrong, I done used Neiori's crayons for songs yall play all day long We make wrong right again Dive in headfirst to write a verse tighter than the last one I wrote And I'll pass on the smoke, sippin aloe vera juice from a can You quote me, write on.. - 2nd Verse (Imani Bilal) Love, hate, sunshine, rain Art will always remain the remedy for pain As thoughts scribe themselves on walls of my brain I claim my story and spit it To make the seeds think Sitting backwards in empty pastures as I bleed ink and sink in it This is what happens when I empty my self into myself This is what happens when Life's hands offer no help and then I Drift into a translucent dream That is my only reality Gladly folding the alphabet in such dimensions that One sentence becomes an entire world The universe is in you, Believe that, and see what the pen do, write on.. - 3rd Verse (yU) And I done seen a whole lot, so For me , I've found a way to let thoughts go And I might talk slow, I write songs Speak from the heart, & not the skull Got soul, inscripted in each scroll that I scribble in Chizeling what I meant within the width of the paper's lines I try to take my time wit it Rhyming like I'm venting, this is my opinion I am sending. Thru song, its everliving Won't forget it.. Blending with rhythm. When spitting, I relay vision Folks listen. Like a solstice who chose THIS, over chilling Ready & willing, write or wrong, turn it to song, calm as a seance The lights stay on Without the use of electric, the candles lit Glowing like tips of incents, the ashes drift Feeding my habit again, I grabbed a pen. Start imagining Thoughts gathering, patterns on my notepad I write on...