If this was a perfect world
I feel that I would be free.
Not judge for my creed or race
Judge for my ability.
Not judge for my what for I am
Or what I might become.
But judge for who I am
And all the thing that I’ve done.
If this were a perfect world
My ambition would sore high...
I glamorize my essence,
the facade is only a mask.
But in reality I'm that entity
That's running from his past.
That glamour shot for all to see,
but they took away the mask.
Now you can see straight through me'
I'm the color of glass.
No longer can I hide like a rat in a hole,
that...
my struggle is with my desirer.
In this never ending game.
I recognize the conseques.
I recognize the shame
Disentangle from my reality.
Reconnected by my pain
My passion driven by insanity
Slowly driven me insane.
Unpredictable the man in me.
My life is headed towards the grave...
N2...Cocoabutter
I appreciate you two checkin out my debut ...I'm sure I'll be at home here ..my homeboy Gypsyman put me down with the spot...he's always braggin' on all of yall..glad to finally be checkin everyone out...thanks again for the reads and showin' love...peace !
The Poetic One...
In the dark corners of my isolation
it became clear to me
that I was trapped by the very thought
of what I came to be.
Trapped inside my disappointment
I struggled but couldn't break free.
So I was forced to look inside the mirror
and this is what I see.
I see a song that lacks...
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