…TO LEARN…

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TO LIVE MEANS TO LEARN

TOUCH A HOT STOVE
& IT WILL BURN

SCARRING THE SKIN

PUTTING AN END

TO THE CURIOSITY
THAT SIMMERS WITHIN

AS THE RAGING POT
COMES TO A STOP

THE HEAT HUMS TO
MY ATTENTION

DRAINING MOISTURE
FROM MY EYES

WITH THE
TEMPERATURE ON THE RISE

MOST PEOPLE WOULD JUST
LEAVE THE KITCHEN

BUT NO- NOT ME

HARDHEADEDNESS
RUNS THROUGH MY BLOOD

NO MATTER THE
HUMIDITY, RAIN, SLEET, SNOW, OR FLOOD

              STUBBORN JUS CUZ

MY DADDY AND HIS
DADDY WUZ

PRETTY SURE ILL
PASS IT ON TO MY SON

WRONG OR RIGHT

ANY BATTLE WE
FIGHT

WILL BE WON-

I WONT STOP UNTIL

I GET IT DONE

PRIVILEGED LIKE A
LAWYER WITH HIS CLIENT

DEVILISHLY DEFIANT

TO LEARN MEANS TO LIVE

TO GROW YOU HAVE
TO GIVE

GIVING UP THE PART
OF YOU THAT PREVENTS LIFE

PREDICTABLY UNPREDICTABLE

LIKE THE ROLL OF
THE DICE

S**T ITZ LIFE!

IT WAS MEANT TO BE
HARD

SINCE EVICTED FROM
EDEN

MAN WAS MEANT TO
BARE SCARS

AND WE HAVE TO GIVE
BACK THE FRUIT

THAT IN BEDDED US IN
THE ROOT

OF ALL
MATERIALISTIC PURSUITS

LET’S STOP RUNNIN
FROM THE TRUTH

GRADUATED FROM
THE STREETS

 AND IM WEARING MY ROBES

I EARNED MY
 DIPLOMA WHEN I TOUCHED THE STOVE