Push Push Push
Push write on through
Get right up to the brink
Of where I don't have a clue
Then dive in
I'm diving, reciting, igniting again
The product of my art starts when I'm ragin'
Pagin' fury
Stagin' burly shows
The competition diminishes, the difficulty grows
I chose to be who I am
A cerebral scam
Cram it all into this poker game I'm wagin'
Agin' at far too great a speed
It's what I wanted
It's what I need
I'm ready to bleed for my son
Especially when I feel under the gun
Set blaster rays to stun
We'll bring this one in alive
Return the chalice
Return the knife
Returning to naivety would be nice
Would rather the wisdom of learning to kneel on rice
Splice the situation into smaller factions
Justify, explain the reasons behind your actions
Successes I'm stacking
Cracker Jack in a box
A legal bind
A criminal labyrinth
Spiritual fox
This life is little more than a show
And a beauty pageant
My muse makes me a magnet
Creative hornet
Horniest devil around
When will he finish
The Space Between Both Feet and the Ground?
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