It starts with a rhyme, it starts in my mind, I'll send it to the paper, then put it on
the line.
The message is my pimp, the message is my life.
I'm hoping that the message in your heart realign, and you realize that I'm just spitting, I
ain't being wise, I'm just being I, being free upon this beat and I can see an eye.
I've got a beat up on this beat for just some peace of mind, looking for a decent rhyme,
really I just need some time, but time waits for no man, I know that, I know if I don't
keep up with the program, I'm old hat, and so I'm trying to speak up.
I'm trying to travel from my zone into your speaker on my own fam, alone man, but still
I'm managing, ain't standing still I ain't a mannequin, ain't standing still until I'm
traveling, so far that they won't see me again, but for the moment, it's just me and
my pimp, it's me and my pimp, it's me and my pimp, I'm ranting what I see so I can see
it again, okay, and I don't even know where I'm at right now, right now, I'm just hoping
it will take me away, take me away, I'm hoping it will take me away, cause when I don't know
what to say, I find me a page and it's me and my pimp, it's just me and my pimp.
You make me feel comfortable, the only one that lets me talk for hours, so with you I
feel empowered, I got a lot to say, you know it's been a long week, when don't nobody wanna
hear it, I come to you when I speak, let me just vent and get solution off my chest, I
f****d up so many times, I don't know what's really left, I'm in a place where only me
and my pen will comprehend, I trust in you like a friend, I'm holding you till the end,
look, you number two, but number one in my life, you give me hope when I'm depressed,
that it's gonna all be alright, you let me create an image with flowers and red ribbons,
I pick you up every night just to tell you about how I'm living, you know just how it
is when dealing with music bears, I'm struggling on my own, just wanna be in my zone, no flex,
but I hate when we apart like an ex, cause don't nobody understand, you write the pieces
to my plan, let's go, ayy, it's me and my pen, I'm writing what I see so I can see it
again, okay, ayy, and I don't even know why I'm a rat now, right now, I'm just hoping
it will take me away, ayy, take me away, ayy, I'm hoping it will take me away, ayy, cause
when I don't know what to say, I find me a page and then it's me and my pen, it's just
me and my pen, my pen, my pen, my pen, my pen, my pen, my pen.
A skinny little 9 year old, trying
to find a role, letting my mind evolve, scribbling write rhymes when I got home,
but I wasn't alone, just me and my pen and it's own friend, not a foe, what I was writing
I was setting in stone, for the fear but I was letting it go and I'm telling you so,
you understand me, like you 're part of the family, handing my heart, heart, my sleeve,
you can't really ground me, I write and remember the nights in the 90's, Decembers acquire
I could pretend to just lighten the fire, giving no sign of dying
Like Amber with some trying events, but we got through them
My pen influenced by everything I was doing
And so you see, nothing that you don't believe, you just know it's me
Yeah, I'm writing all the highs and the times that I fall right in
Like I'm at school, I'm finally finding I'm cool with the person the pen paints a picture of
The pen paved the way, put me in a place that I wasn't thinking of
Cause when it's in the pen, it's independent of my preconceived perceptions
I just put it in a sentence and forget it
And remember when I read that diamond, I give my pen all of the credit
