One writes
That’s how things get settled
I dreamed of the blue sky as a kid
Did my skin smell like jasmine? Tell me.
I paint my decline in oil
Fifth gear, this is cinema
Without backstory but it survives
Because I always made the cut
Surrealist like Magritte
Impressionist like Monet
They tell me I’m out of date
When I paint them a gradient
I don’t seek to be the one they thank
But the one who makes Hip-Hop bigger
I’ve got verses in bulk
I earned them.
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