saddened by the seasoned risks
we raise our beaten, neglected fists
for rumors made up, for rumors missed
for whispered insults, for fevered fits.
don your helmet, the ride is inght
rev your engine, it's time to glide
across the stage, into the light
to embrace the beat, for turns so tight.
i'm frozen here, you let it go
my woes are here, in bags of blow
so when i jerk, i have to know -
will you see me? will you take it slow?
i'm missing passion, i'm too high to dream
you want to pass over my goofy scheme
but i am for you! i'm on your team,
i see you, kanye, we on that ultralight beam.
i scowl and bathe while you smile and save
your dirty laundry for beats, gimme good seats
for the show you give, for the show you make
you will captivate, our breaths you take
as you spit with a flow, original and new,
never take no, always be true.
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