Three in 1 Million(incomplete)

Picture this.
Write, type, formulate, every word forms with the souls intake
on how it should come out flowing freely and all inspired
car, bench, darkened room, comes fast all too soon,
sometimes quicker than the memory can process
spews deep from within the depths,
Emotion, pure, happy anger sad, ideas you've never even known to have had,
about life about love about that annoy ass prick,
somewhere where its okay to be a bitch a warrior a wizard or God,
because its nothing on the outside that matters at all
We don't do it for you
we do it for ourselves for release, completion and even wealth,
the wealth of knowledge, the mulah or both
The ancients knew this art long before we were envisioned,
passed down unknown through generations,
the hand full of uniqueness that isn't so one of a kind,
millions upon millions can write the same line, at different times with different meanings,
mispelt propelled by different feelings,
you cannot deny it it haunts and possesses,
flowing through the long crevices and capllilaries of creativity
Three in 1 million a dream to you
Life to me.

Tapp tapp dum dum dee da la,
it swells and forms into itself a being so unknown to man to be a force of understanding
, that's my jam, but why?
how can we all be so disconnected by lands and oceans and mindset and devotions, but are one in the bars, the ebs and flows of that one person's outlook on one we've had countless times before?

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