As i see the sunrise in the morning i only think about my life
if i never would've rhymed, what could i now have in sight
Complitely new life, can't even imagine anymore
Putting words in paper opened me a whole new door
Hello again, they call me Pale Tone
a poet from southern Finland's countryside pole
an active activist, practising rap with some cannabis
passionate lyrical analyst, sexual masochist but still a lifelong
pasifist
(how mad is this?)
I've taken steps from time to time, learned how to rhyme
with no money in my pockets, only few dimes, life not too fine
i prayed for God to show me a sign
He threw me a pen and paper when my life was going all blind
I grew in a family of hardworking men
though my junky father ain't here, to see, me, when
i finally succeed, or was it all just a dream
(this picture's all pre-seen) Now let me tell you:
I'm a youngster with a dream who was afraid to speak of it
still a little shaky but the new technique is to commit
take it, grab it, slap a ring on that bitch
hiphop itch is melting my sanity switch, turning me into witch,
with the skills to twist the mothafucking mad lyrics!
Watching back in my past, it's running before my eyes so fast
almost seeming kinda sad, having a blast
not listening too much reggae or jazz
But hiphop while writing some lines, wondering, how long would i last
if i just
Keep my rhymes simple and see what's gon' pop
but bills ain't gonna get paid by dreaming, so i gotta get that shot, man fuck!
I can't quit, shit, it's all in me, the flow with all my craziest lines
atleast let me launch 'em or have the decency to let me die!

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