La La La - Jay-Z
3 AM Ramble...
3 AM Ramble...
My sight’s blurry
Mind’s in a hurry
My mouth speaks the fury
Mine hands have carried…
My mind’s a mine filled with booty
Treasure, that is…
And devoured knowledge like cereal for breakfast
Call me the clever Trix Rabbit
Who steals for Kix and my fetish for kicks
And throws back strong liquors
Murdering conceptions of intelligence
In a quasi-Socratic method
Reminiscent of Mos Def in The Questions
They hate when I inquire…
I don’t have an ID
Guess I’m a rebel
With a cause…
To prove that
The truth is often false…
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i dont know how i feel about the poem as a whole..
but i like the point
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