Versetile the Prodigy - Another Blank Page

This is just another blank page
Just another blank page
I wrote a whole book
And nobody thanked me

Pens at my wrist like a knife or a blade
And I'm begging to drip turning writing to waves
As we sink in the ship and I climb on the plank
Finds a diamond inside him it shines and lights up the way
He's addicted to mutilation not always this way
But the callings from all of these different halls that he's trailed
So he's stalling no longer as he had fallen from space
The pen had opened his lips and he had crawled through the page

This is just another blank page
Just another blank page
I wrote a whole book
And nobody thanked me.

He tears himself open so he can keep them all warm
Because he don't know it all but how to weather the storm
Is exactly why he was built it's just the way he was formed
So he breaks to give space 'cause mother nature conforms to no one
Showing her guts in eruptions ruptured and rusted
The moments never discussed as those whose with him trust him.
He is nearing his end
He knows he barely can function
He thought to jump off the ship
And saw someone else saying fuck it's

This is just another blank page
Just another blank page
I wrote a whole book
And nobody thanked me

He touches their shoulder and thought to give them a hug
Because he knows the time felt wasted spent just making a book.
At least that's how it all seemed said I won't make it but look
I will give you these pages so you can take you a look.
He put it in my hand then started shaking then looked away
Then jumped right off the ship and hit the anchor the book said.

This is just another blank page
Just another blank page
I wrote a whole book
And nobody thanked me.

He sits on the plank and finds himself out there drowning
The one that had fallen from space so he had pulled him in balancing
They both had met their embrace when they remembered their accidents
Both were told to request it neither one was the captain.
They ride along find a girl who had resembled their face
They already knew who she was as they could feel in her flames,
Of the healing persuasion embraced then faced who awaited
The part of them that's in pieces so they combined with him singing

This is just another blank page
Just another blank page
I wrote a whole book
And nobody thanked me

This ain't jesting it's depressing how I'm besting all your Jestors
With the message not the verse.
You think you heard what's in my herbs
It's just the pressure from the words
The jist of what may make disturbed your frame of earth
My range it sangs to stay the curse of what he made me for
I'm shaving birds
Dodos
Slipping in my fist a couple oh nos no
Low blows I'm loco
Fusion I been one in my dome though
Imma make them see a couple sons and moons
I'm glued to how the flow goes
Setting up this stuffed flow so you can keep the story
I been killing it so imma say it slow so you understand
Blank page like thank me to cant bang is where i start
Made these whole stories from 20 years of my art
I've been appeared in different hearts
Remember Me now that was raw.
I fell to my depression I grabbed a weapon and started testing the Measurements with my afro and mexican brother severing with excellence
Doing what they would like plank to Kevin
But i bank a 7 on an off day with my rank excelling
Why you thank me heck,
It's cause I'll take the devil and strangle fellow to mellow him out
I bring the optimistic eye to show the lane to the clouds
I made 400 of the dopest then i played it all out
Now im adding extra verses so you A ones will shout.
Went back in time in a boat of my choosing
I know i see loosely no gloat I'm improving
I upgrade myself so I know not to lose me
Then go draw the oozing from throat cough and sleuth being.

Written by:
Raushon Chapman

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