Pen 2 Pad

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Pen To Pad The Ink Sticks To Paper

The Lines Repeat Over Like Layers

I Bite The Bullet feel The Pen Crater

Pray To God My Words Are Prayers

You  Can Feel The Pain My Letters

Slashed Out Like A Blade Shredder

Scratch Out The Lines I Write Better

Wish The Pen and Pad Stay Together

Im Done With Pencils Cuz I Use Pens

Always More Acceptable To Payin Rent

Black And Blue Is Likable  To An Extent

Every Now An Then Papers What I Print





I Will Write More Too It Later I Got Something Take Care Of Somethin