The Interpreter
I SPEAK WITH A NICE LINGO, THAT EXPRESSES LIFE DREAMS THOUGH,BE IT LEFT TO US ALL; IT'LL BE JUST ANY OTHER NATURAL THING YO
I SAVE CLAUSES FOR MY FINGERS AND PAUSES FOR MY KNEES CAUSE
AT TIMES MY EYES BECOME TIRED SO MY LEGS ARE LEFT TO LINGER
I USE MY HANDS TO WORK THE SYSTEM AND TRY NOT LET EM GET TO MENTION
THE SHIT I WORK HARD FOR TO BE TURNED IN TO INTERVENION
OR A CHANNEL FOX DAILY STATISTIC BLASTED
TO THE PUBLIC AS A MENANCE, I'VE COME
TO MY COMMON SENSE TO ACCEPT WHAT IT IS THAT IS PRESENTED
MY WORDS..THEY HURT THE TONGUE, SO FOR WHAT
YOU HAVE TO SAY IS NONE
BUT THE FACT IS THAT WHEN IN TACT
I CAN SPEAK FOR ONLY ONE AND ONCE A POINT IS MADE MY ILLUSTRATION WOULD BE DONE
SO NOT FOR PLAY, DELAY, AND HARDLY NOT FOR ANY FUN
IF THIS COMMUNICATION IS FAILED THEN THE INVENTION OF A MIGHTY VOICE HAS SUCCUMB
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