Poetry Is Dead

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I'm not a poet He said, poetry is dead Pop's I'm alive He said, you ain't got a rhyme just Speak what's on your mind but I got a thing about mine Yeah, I took pride I didn't swallow none Follow some So you could get this cube or 'K order Pick your poison I can't get in the club either, but when I got in, I got my boys in You heard growing pains Know your lane don't complain, factory That made it harder for me to see It had to be in it And it has to be That's from three I hear you You're not listening Just worried about glistening and getting in I got a different spin I'll talk to you later Yeah [Verse:] Front row truth survival kits, gumbo soup the haters stay around Love ghost proof if he ain't a vеggie, his labor bears one morе fruit He ain't gon go get a noose 'till you could jump rope through cut ropes too Backstabbers I hate them, you worry 'bout what that man made I made men they ain't want me with my toes down I stayed ten Say when they violate, won't violate then Motherfuckers wanna know what you making Then they throw you the bacon even wrote you a statement Upheld an image they didn't know you was faking It comes to the light then it goes to the vacant You heard it from various sources We the ones who carry the torches? Dead poets I'm alive, pops, but we won't live if the grind stops
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