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Arkarna - A Poet Sits lyrics
a poet sits on a bench and he writes his poem
 (captain of the poets)
 [v1]
 watch me grab my patterns of thought
 in permanent ink on slabs of bark
 a train riding through the middle of your mind
 planted down in my spinal tappin your body
 mappin with vinyl life
 (turntables) illuminate
 (the finer things) spinnin underground casin
 things will never just be the same old thing
 forever revolutionizing the scene, a poet
 you know it, when I flow it get your action on appeal
 (like a top quarterback)
 attend your line with a hard ass mind and a hype that's rhyme
 feel me, writing the book of my life
 with a bypass surgical heart implant
 where the art is kept
 swept, get, past the front door
 where the mass minister, sinister
 never that priest, east to west we blast and meet ya
 with hands to me to expand the legacy
 that will hype and chill where the gates at
 It's amazing to elevate, allocate, final truncate
 with the feature to play back
 [v2]
 my fate chose to follow me this far
 a shadow came with every step as life revealed the dark
 a guardian, a hell's angel, tested my fate
 and they be, unsure of every move that I would make
 and I ignore, sometimes listen
 on every mission we explore, the outs and ins
 just like sailors on the shore
 a poet riding the wave of metaphors
 stop to dock by the bay and write an editorial
 life wasn't easy, tribe unique we are soul survivors
 I done seen things, eyes of a deep sea diver
 mister mystery missin a word to describe, i'm
 sittin patiently waitin for earth to enlighten my
 my destiny inspired every quote
 it met me at this crossroad just tryin to let me know
 It's more to grow
 mean what I said in chan eleven flow
 and always check for signals, internet has the info
(captain of the poets)Arkarna - A Poet Sits - http://motolyrics.com/arkarna/a-poet-sits-lyrics.html
 [v3]
 maybe the legacy i-n check
 will be the impression I leave on the people who listen to music I make
 take it or leave it believe it or not
 got my man on the side to prove this point
 forges strong in the family tree
 roots are stronger than enemy's hate
 so relate to me if you can't
 pledge your thoughts in a garden with freedom of speech
 to each his own, metrinome
 childrens grow to know the world
 even home with the young mind
 looking for answers in the truth
 my music will guide you through time
 used to be that kid on the bench in the park writin to figure out life
 now I'm a man on the mic who's doin his mark, thinking of kids and a wife
 It's important to me to know my days on earth mean something more
 than a couple songs I made that played in basement stereos galore
 aerial views of crews I knew and memory bank that hourglass
 thinking of lessons learned as tables turned another hour pass
 legacy's left while pen strokes enlightenment from a future class
 so many young and talented broke livin l.a. life with a bus pass
 travelling to the open mic spots anywhere they can bust at
(captain of the poets)
 [v4]
 It's hard to keep the peace without dealing with the war
 It's hard to feel you've got it all when you can get more
 but just think back, way back when when you had none
 and wanted some, and we were hungry as they come
 just dumb and young, and young and dumb and we had fun
 in lemmard park, and harvard park and leffard park
 specific start, was 84 I was only nine
 been writin rhymes and in these times eligh
 I see why people quit, they don't see the benefits
 only in it to get rich, hit it big or forfeit
 and off course is the politics
 collegeship went on the back burner
 didn't get a scholarship even though I was a fast learner
 searchin for the undisputed truth
 experience, I've had more data for the proof
 and here he is just have again, back in the loot
 buried in the books but he's weary of their roots
(captain of the poets, so listen)








