Life is precious and life is fleeting
I want a story that’s worth rereading
Highlighted with dog-eared pages
With the advice to advance life stages
Hi I’m Notebook, I really like duskets
And I got a whole list of must gets
I got a strange tongue, people say I talk weird
Say they never could, say they’re too scared
Could never rap in front of so many people
And I say, “this really ain’t so many people”
Well I know, but still. Do you know what I mean?
“Sure, public speaking really aint your scene”
It’s not mine either, but I like to story tell and dance
I’ll always run the risk, I like how excites the chance
That maybe we’ll find something we can hold
And when they retell it, it’ll be one of the best ever told

I got a bad wrist it’s been a dark cloud
I got a strange tongue, ya‘ll been a great crowd.
I got a bad wrist it’s hurting right now
I got a strange tongue, I can show you how.

I got a bad wrist, I got a strange tongue
I’ve got a good mind to try and outrun
Any dream, goal or past endeavor
That had me confused that I might be cleaver
I never settle, my sediments are restless
Double edged sentiments are your best guess
I always mean much more than I’m saying
I’d rather haiku than ever start praying
From 17 syllables to 16 bars
I plot words like I’m mapping out stars
I don’t need to tell yous folk to get telescopes
To illuminate and embellish hopes
Ya’ll know how to dream and set your placemats
I’ll displace cats who aren’t ready to face facts
Got no time to catch fire, and no intention to coddle
My throw away rhymes are better than what you model.