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THERE WAS A BOY,
BY THE NAME OF AL,
JUST HAD ONE THING,
IN COMMON WIT HIMSELF,
ALL ON HIS LONESOME,
READY TO ARRIVE,
OH YES AL IS READY,
KRAZED-ONE, COULDNT COMPARE TO HIM,
LIFE TO HIM WAS BRIM,
BUT HE WAS ON THA PURSUIT,
ON SOMETHIN HE COULD CHASE,
LOCKED IN HIS HEAD TIGHT,
EVERYTHING ELSE WAS A WASTE OF SPACE,
LOOKIN AT HIS MOM,
SHE WOULD TRY TO KEEP HIM CALM,
BUT THIS WAS JUST,
SOMETHING DEEP DOWN IN THA PALM,
AL WAS READIN HIS LIFE,
AT CHURCH INSIDE A PSALM,
SEND IT HOME IT SAYS,
SO HE THOUGHT HARD,
SHOULD HE DISCARD,
OR JUST GO WITH THA FLOW,
WASNT READY TO PUT DOWN THA CANVAS,
THA PICTURE HAD YET TO BE FINISHED,
WENT HOME INSIDE HIS ROOM,
WAS HE IN DOOM?,
OR WAS THIS COMMON THING,
MAKIN HIM HAPPY AN S**T?,
TO WHERE HE COULDNT THINK,
AL HAD SOMETHIN TO PERCEAVE,
WAS IT A BABY,
HE WAS TRYING TO CONCEAVE?,
ALWAYS HAD AN AWARENESS,
NOT CARELESS BUT SOMETIMES STRESSFULNESS,
JUST CAME LIKE AN ARROW,
AL KEPT ON ZIPPED AN NARROW,
THIS COMMON GOAL,
HE HAD IN THA BACK OF HIS SOUL,
TENDED TO GET ON THA STUBBORN,
TRYING TO DO THIS AN THAT,
BUT I CAN SAY HE FELT REBORN,
THAT THING HE HAD AN OPTION ON,
S**T FOR AL,
ALL HE DID WAS WRONG,
BUT THIS ONE THING HE COULD DO,
CONTRACTED IT WITH EVERY DESIGN,
WITH THINKIN FOR HIMSELF,
AND F**K,
HE WAS DOING JUST FINE,
BUT STILL QUITE DIDNT GET WHAT IT WAS,
SMALL-MINDED,
HE TRIED NOT TO BE,
BUT HE WASNT COCKY,
HE FELT THIS COMMON CAUSE,
WAS A TALENT HE HAD,
UNBIASED WHEN HE WROTE,
WHEN HE GOT DOWN TO BUSINESS,
LOOKED DOWN AND WAS STRAIGHTLACED,
CONSERVATIVE AND ALL SET THA STANDARD,
SEND THIS S**T HOME AL,
SHOW EM THAT YOUR RIGHTEOUS,
WHEN THE PEN HITS THA PAPER,
AL'S SOUL GETS HIT WITH BRIGHTNESS,
SO THATS WHAT THE F**K IT WAS HUH?,
LRYICAL POET,
AL SPEAKS FROM THA HEART,
NEVER DID I GUESS,
I THOUGH HE WOULD BE PERVERTED,
DIDNT GIVE A F**K WHO HE WOULD HURT,
THOUGHT HE MADE A DIVERSION,
BUT AL'S COMMON CAUSE,
IS HES AN ARTIST WITH NO TARGET,
ON HIM OR ANYONE ELSE,
ALL BY HIMSELF AND AWAY,
NO FUCKIN PROPER TERM,
AL'S GONE SEND EM HOME,
NO SPLIT PERSONALITY,
BUT AL'S,
GOT THA MENTALITY,
TO JUST SEND IT HOME,
TRYING TO FIGURE,
WHERE THE FUCK HE ROAMED,
POET AT HEART,
CARD OR DISCARD,
