Hey Mr. Writer won't you help
Me if you can
I got myself hung up on that first verse
I was singing about the people and the
things they do
Iwas lost for words
'Til I thought about calling on you, you
you, yeah
I remember the song
As if it were my own
You said everyday people need a simple
To sing if they want to
And dance if they can
Whatever let them be themselves again
And dug it
I said rap on Mr. Writer
I got my pencil in my hand
I promise you I'll do the very best I can
I want you to tell me about my sisters
And my brothers too
But first of all let me thank the Lord
For running into you, you, you, you

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