me, myself, and I
July 25th, 07 9:08pm
all it was and is, is myself and this
the muscles did everything to strain the kid
so what I’m materialistic, with tongues twisted
hugs distant from a distance, I’m a thug missing
lost in between girls and swirls
the twirls and falls,
the love that caught the rose and pearls
I’m like if sights had the light for life
an kites grew apart from sky’s aside,
my eyes would die inside, now picture that
I’m creating scriptures through my written raps,
stitching scabs for a life filled with cash
sitting back and earning what’s rightfully mine
these cowards all hype defined, blind,
the kind that write escaping their time, I’m
what you call is symphony
simply, I’m into me
skep.
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