Margin Notes

[Intro]
[Verse]
Clock in at ten, smell of ancient ink
Before the brain can think, I’m on the brink
Dust on the jacket, ignore the racket
Got a rhyme packet in my work jacket
Alphabetizing the beatnik collection
Seeking perfection in the non-fiction section
Blue ink bleeding while the world is reading
A secret proceeding that I’m succeeding
I’m the phantom of the paper stacks
Leaving lyrical tracks through the cracks
[Chorus]
I leave the ghost in the margin
No fee or a bargain
Just a soul in the spine
Wait for a stranger to find
Yeah, it's the hidden treasure
Beyond any measure
Between the lines of the prose
That’s how the legacy grows
[Verse]
I pick a Whitman or a Keats
To plant the beats on the streets
Tagging the classics with mental gymnastics
Moving past the drastic and the sarcastic
Customer asks for a self-help guide
I got a shelf-wealth pride tucked inside
They buy the Plath, don't see the math
Carving a path through the aftermath
Handwritten verses in the back of the verses
Breaking the curses of the empty purses
[Chorus]
I leave the ghost in the margin
No fee or a bargain
Just a soul in the spine
Wait for a stranger to find
Yeah, it's the hidden treasure
Beyond any measure
Between the lines of the prose
That’s how the legacy grows
[Bridge]
Vinyl is popping, the trumpet is sobbing
My head is just bobbing, the rhythm is robbing
The silence of aisles, the cunning of smiles
I’m traveling miles through literary files
It’s a quiet riot, keep the mind on quiet
A poetic diet, go ahead and try it
Scratches on the wax, facts over tax
Relax as the soul sample attracts
[Verse]
Register dings, but my spirit sings
I’m pulling the strings of imaginary things
Maybe a student or a lonely retiree
Will find the fire in me and entirely see
That the clerk in the vest was the best
Putting the quest to the ultimate test
Close up the shop, let the needle drop
The rhythm won't stop till I reach the top
I’m the underground king of the bin
Wait for the next day to begin again
[Chorus]
I leave the ghost in the margin
No fee or a bargain
Just a soul in the spine
Wait for a stranger to find
Yeah, it's the hidden treasure
Beyond any measure
Between the lines of the prose
That’s how the legacy grows
[Outro]