Intro:
I write a lot. And I've gone through a lot of pens in my life. I've had ghetto pens and I've had nice pens, but never a bad one. They say the pen is mightier than the sword and it's true. What it writes can change the world. If the pen could speak, I bet it would have a lot to say. And maybe it would say this...

Verse 1:
Just hold me close, and I’ma paint the sky,
Write your every inner thought then let the ink on the paper dry,
Just me and you, creatin’ steadily,
I would give your last thought some energy, ain’t never had a pen like me,
And ever since you was a small boy,
You were scribblin’ with lyricism from my ball point,
It’s hard to hang when you can’t think,
But when you can, just let me know and I’ll command ink,
With ya hand print,
And when you’re in a zone, writing is your forte,
Utilize me to find that I’m mightier than swordplay,
Click on my tip, I’m the fuel behind your thoughts,
I’m a flip the script, soon as you’re free of writer’s block,
Whether poetry, or homework,
Empty my clip until the pain inside you don’t hurt,
With a cold verse, whether singer or an emcee,
I’m down with you til the very end, ‘cause you ain’t never had a pen like me…


(Hook 2x):
I’m down with you, so write with me,
Your poetry’s controllin’ me, ‘cause you ain’t never had a pen like me…
Just keep writing to the beat,
Your poetry’s controllin’ me, ‘cause you ain’t never had a pen like me…


Verse 2:
And when I’m gettin’ raised, I’m never bored, write for days,
I work the page, in word display,
Then you and me are gettin’ back into it, while cats are snoozin’
In the afternoon, I’m packed with fluid, whether black or blue ink,
I sit with all the people whether big or small in ego,
And I would chill at Office Depot,
When filled with lotsa free flows, then I’ma write it down and never quit,
I’m ya friend ‘til the end, don’t care about your penmanship,
And I’m needed in emergencies, if it occurs,
‘Cause your job application requires my signatures,
And when you get a thought make sure to jot that,
Grip me like a glock, and now my tip is gettin’ cocked back,
Just know that when I see you rhymin’ quotes, I’m writin’ notes,
Promise me that you’ll hide me close, if I get broke,
And it’s evident they’re gonna read, what I complete,
Makin’ the lyrics out your misery, ‘cause you got a pen like me…

(Back to Hook)

Outro:
Keep writin' y'all, keep writin'...