Not A Day Goes By (Three 16's)

i rather hit it and blaze than stay grippin' a gauge- -"

   not a day goes by - without me writing a rhyme- -
finding the time to climb in my mind - designing a line- -
trying to bind the crying for life - to literature- -
a sinner who's cured by the purest scripture he turned...
to when he written a verse - used to listen and learn...
from niggas who worked to fit in the worst position in earth- -
fishin' for words in addition to descriptions of dirt...
they lived in, it hurt - to vision a victim hit with a bird- -
whistle or chirp through the nerves - it's the way we fight- -
in this game of life - play despite the "might" for the day we die- -
praying might soothe the spirit - others use the liquid...
in liquor or choose to mix it with two more spliffs and...
this isn't the way - but shit, if it fades a bit of the pain- -
i rather hit it and blaze than stay grippin' a gauge- -
wishin' a day will trip in my way - where i'm hittin' a stage- -
liftin' the praise for the lyrics i state - spitten with grace- -

not a day goes by - without me smilin' for somethin'- -
though the while i'm just frontin' when this style is for nothin'- -
pilin' my junk in a sheet - sunk in a beat- -
touchin' on deep subjects that mean somethin' to me- -
'fore i stumble between a tunnel that gleams- -
my tongue will concieve a lung full of dreams the sun couldn't cease- -
it's for the rumble in streets - leave'em humble in peace- -
no more struggle to breathe or hustle to reach a bundle of green- -
we are crumbs who will link to fill this crust- -
they've killed enough - i spill this skill to build a trust- -
real enough to heal the lust drilled in us- -
cause we revealed the dust - but concealed the brush- -
so i peel the dutch to fill my lungs with reasons to fight- -
it's weak but it's right to beat these demons inside- -
a beast on the mic - but teaching the right lessons- -
keeping the mics blessed with meaning in my message- -

not a day goes by - without me wanting more- -
for i've seen a lot of poor painted in the art of war- -
on the floor - hearts are torn from the start of scorn- -
bodies thrown like garbage so afar in shore- -
we are the forms of life that tarnished more than rights- -
like daughters born with lies and start as whore than wives- -
the pardon Lord invites with has spiked kids with a mind- -
they'll always be forgiven so they get in the rivet of crime- -
their vision is blind - the men and women who tried...
to fix it were tied in gimmicks for riches grippin' their lives- -
and this is just a bit of the rhyme - nothin' more, nothin' less- -
i come to pour from the chest - somethin' for what is left- -
we're stuck in war, lustin' sex - drunk and poor, bustin' techs- -
clutchin' swords, cuttin' flesh - must i sort up the rest?- -
what i warn must progress -  throughout this land- -
even if i threw out my plan and blew out the chance- -

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