Slick With The Bic

Boy

I’m slick with the bic

Seal your fate

With the paper mate

I remember how it all first started

With the pen

Young child full of angst

With it all held in

Funny how things change

Now it’s all that I believe in

It’s all that I believe in

Boy

I’m slick with the bic

Seal your fate with the paper mate

No edits

No erase

I light the first smoke of the morn

Ponder over this world

And what’s going on

I stay true to my craft

And dream to where this pen

Can take me

Better person it’s made me

Now that I see

Musically is how

I express my anger my heart

My confusion my illusions

Mind and mouth fusion

When I’m lost in the beat

No thought

Adrenaline

My life devotion

The moment is sweet

When my mind is set free

Over the melody

Whole world is complete

Release what’s inside of me

I’m finally free

I cherish these moments of purity

I’m finally free

Boy

I’m slick with the bic

Seal your fate

With the paper mate

I remember how it all first started

With the pen

Young child full of angst

With it all held in

Funny how things change

Now it’s all that I believe in

It’s all that I believe in

Boy

I’m slick with the bic

Seal your fate with the paper mate

No edits

No erase

Hey yo

This pen has took me

On a journey through myself

Analyze till I’m paralyzed

I have knowledge of self

And all things that surround me

I didn’t ask for this life it found me

Look to new worlds with my notebook

My next quote is took

Stand beside that raging Brooke

Winds whisper through the Willow

Notebook beside the pillow

Yes, I’m dreaming again

The revealing of what I’m feeling

Words echo in the wind

By myself all alone in this world, I’ve trapped myself in

Go back every evening when I pick up the pen

When I pick up the pen

Boy

I’m slick with the bic

Seal your fate

With the paper mate

I remember how it all first started

With the pen

Young child full of angst

With it all held in

Funny how things change

Now it’s all that I believe in

It’s all that I believe in

Boy

I’m slick with the bic

Seal your fate with the paper mate

No edits

No erase

I weave the seams of reality

And what it seems is what it’s not

A normal life is forgot

A skilled that self taught

Yes, I’m the professor

My pen causes the friction

Causes a million contradictions

Can’t get lost in the fiction

I’m trying to find the truth and meaning

When reality is deceiving

Whom are you believing?

So many questions need to be asked

So many paths to take

Before I awake

From the surreal numbness

Watching my pen, fly across the paper

Hard to believe that I’m the creator

Where was I just then

I go back every evening when I pick up the pen

When I pick up the pen

From my mind to my pen

To the paper and back again

From my mind to mouth to the words I’m spitting.

Boy

I'm slick with the bic

Seal your fate

With the paper mate

I remember how it all first started

With the pen

Young child full of angst

With it all held in

Funny how things change

Now it's all that I believe in It's all that l believe in [turn table scratching]

BOY

I'm slick with the bic

Seal your fate with the paper mate

No edits

No erase

From my mind to my pen

To the paper and back again

From my mind to mouth to the words I'm spitting.

From my mind to my pen

To the paper and back again

From my mind to mouth to the words I'm spitting.

Yeah I’m slick with this pen

I’m slick with this pen