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Not intended to be about the rapper `The game'. My first attempt at rap lyrics intended to show the craziness of relationships, dating and sex. I don't really have the voice or presence to rap but as I'm a fan and MTV have brainwashed me with their programmes like `Made'. I thought I'd give it a shot.
I contemplate, I meditate, I create my own space, outside the race, not a criminal, subliminal, I illuminate the stage.
Just a thinker, a deep meaner, don't demean her, don't treat her, like an animal, it's reasonable to expect nothing less.
My head such a mess, a mass of contradiction, full of fiction, full of truths from the mouths of fools.
Who's right, see the light, the blazing height of madness, let sadness wash away, every day another nightmare, a dream of eternal torment.
You cant prevent this thinker from reaching the peak, not so meek but wary, it's a scary world out there, for a girl, where men take without question, try to lesson and teach a group they cant reach.
It's just a breach of human right, not to let us fight and reach the height of insanity if we choose it so.
So flow with the lesson, it's expression of the soul, not whole, incomplete, so fleeting my words, like crazy birds in skirts, who shut the door, hit the floor with strangers in the dozens.
Even cousins, even brothers, fight for the sex, fight for the best, there can be no rest for the one who stays put and doesn't give it up.
No doubt self-respect, I expect nothing less, no perfection but I'm tempted, I'm guess you want more, some hoar, some fraud, some crazy old `broad'.
A strong hand you're dealt, the bluff is felt but I refuse to play, `I'll watch' I'll say, but I'll stay so elusive, it's conclusive, there's no truth in the game, just lies in the game and no one else to blame for the fools of the fame.
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