Don Cook - Paper and Pen lyrics

[Verse 1] Retrace the steps and you can open up your mind It's kinda ugly when you see the sh** inside You get to thinkin' bout the pain that you've inflicted over time I sacrifice my kind of rhymes just to drop it on the dime I wonder 'bout the world and all that it's got With all the God-given destinies, it's church over thought You know that you can change the future for a war to be fought And then the rest of us congest the fuss to know when to stop With the generation of pen & paper digressed to vapor I'm blessed with anger to ventilate the major defense to danger I only paint ya' a picture to end the pain For the six or seven remainder of eyes, just give a place or the time I conversate with the lies that I create Confined to the space, I might just divide up to find the place If I'm out of body, the aim is to not demolish my fate I should prolly offer the same to a long-forgotten array Of people got me sane, it's the follower's kind of day Hop on top of the train of my thought, it's awfully safe The ambiance'll shock the face of the paying pa**enger, tazed And that's a thought to solve the game of the life I'm trying to play The option to debate is often caged in all the brains You engage enough to rage and all you lost is what you made A Molotov is made to flame and it'll fade when I awake An onomatopoeia, when I'm gone, I'll make a bang! [Hook 1] Rewind the track, take the record back to the hip-hops of rap To the days of making it big, you plain mistakin' the kid I compensate for conversation with all my paper and pen. (x2) [Verse 2] And that ain't just to say that I can take it like I dish it Cause I can spit for days, but never make a safe decision And if I lay it on the table, ableness to listen? Disabled; my mission is to fray from this division And I ain't talkin' segregation, more dismay and dissin' Cause every single hesitation gets me more defensive And if you see me on the fence, it's best that you don't mention You pretentious little group of kids, I stoop to get the message Displayed into your brains, I'm a conscience in itself I'm too conscious of myself to fool around then ask for help As I develop, I wanna tell the world that I'm a shell of The fed-up messenger that, rest a**ured, is being set-up Betta', yet, I'll depress ya', not a jester Most def, I betcha' that I never left the measure I sever endeavors ever to better your edge or ledjure The lever is set to tether the meth in the head of Heather Never, tell your thoughts to those who don't deserve it Devoted to go un-noted or noticed, below the surface Purpose is most diverted, inferring the host'll serve it Hope a**ure it, my flow ensures it, kind of like home insurance My soul is represented through the lyrics I've invented My sole-intent is to message a miracle after d**h and then [Hook 2] Rewind the track, take the record back to the hip-hops of rap With the days of takin' the pen, and layin' a tape of sin I observate the darkened flame, so I concentrate on the wick..