Yeah, I'm just here to make ends clash.
I'm just here, don't care about plaques.
I'm just here, they say clown is back.
I'm just here, with the karma stacked.
On the way when I got off the accent,
From the cart where I stay, no back ends,
Dark in the tunnel of bargains,
Sensed I am unlike a palm-full of bar grains.
Starting till I stay low, bill
Got no license, killing it still
There's one day when I get to mill
Food in the belly, joy instilled.
And then, I reached the tracks,
Light, in the end, there ain't 'Get Back'
My arsenal is full of empty mags
A colonel (kernel) popping the cap.
And I don't make words to make me wise
The foolish of all is one of the lies
It is none but they with there petty cries
And due to them, the wordsmiths die.
They are rolling with money and the fame that ain't there's
Cat-Bat rhymes from stars to the stairs
And I had to grind myself to bares
But the poems of them are the scares.
Yeah, I'm just here to make ends clash.
I'm just here, don't care about plaques.
I'm just here, they say clown is back.
I'm just here, with the karma stacked.
And I ain't going nowhere.
By: Armaan Yusuf
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