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When inspiration strikes,
that's when reality bites
the dust,
and my metaphysical thoughts are all that i trust
Everything else to me becomes oblivious
Wordly possesions don't mean shit- call me frivolous
with money. But when you hand that man a coin, I hand him some paper
Thinkin' bout the bed I got to lie down in later
I'd rather be a camel trying to pass thru a needle's eye
than be riddled wit excess the day that I die

Cause when inspiration strikes,
that's when I create "MY WRITES"
and by MY WRITES, I mean my rhymes
and when you read them, take your time
Absorb them like a sponge
Cause if you rush-you're mind'll get spun
Into "Oh what a tangled web we do weave"
tellin' ourselves lies we can never retrieve
So collect all the good thoughts and memories of your time
Trash the woulda, shoulda, coulda's
They don't belong in your mind

Cause when inspiration strikes
I use it as ammo for the perilous fight
We grew up wit cartoons tellin us to:
"Fight for freedom, whenever there's trouble"
But they snatch our freedoms when our voices get muffled
How convenient, become patriotic when the polls show u struggle
It's a power struggle
This struggle got me befuddled
How'm I supposed to live this dream?
When the sight of it makes me scream

Cause when inspiration strikes
That's when my pen takes flight
Releasin all the stresses and anxieties
Put on me by the pressures of society
Don't try to lie to me
Cause the only truths that I know
Come outta this pen when the ink starts to flow