Got lost in my head n woke up to this ME

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Just to get by.... i do or die.. creep at night during the red eye.. like a 3rd shift push work at mid night... its easy to pull a gizo smoke lie n
get drunk... even when the condition is critical never time for the cynical... im not looking for miracles... just for my piece of the pie!!!!!!
Until the day my flow runs dry im never in denial.. providin a recital is my way of channeling
tendencies that otherwise is suicidal... im breathing again its a revival..like the third day
its not word play im a word smith and im molding with heat..the wepons of the street.. and im not talking about cannons but still pictures in my mind put in motion with the force of the ocean...back n forth it never stops the ying and the yang... so i evole with the plot of undying man... ta drop knowlegde thats universal like the language of love..i have lost faith in like a fallen angel.. rip my wings of in the land of
mortal man i hold the power of poetry in my hand... n converse tu put arrows in ya heart like cupid.. dont love me but the realness of the music... its a struggle im living thru.. mistakes that put me in uniformed facilites... opened my eyes to this life complexities... and entities that dress like friends but are enemies.. n pretend a hand ta lend.. but i never grab back..they wishing my end... enemies i befriend and push that knife deep in the back.... its not skills but knowledge they lack.. attracted like flies to shit to material things.. not realizing the
consequence it brings.. im a lonely being..surrounded by fiends like im in purgatory and the fires of hell are glory....its a different plot to the same story that bores me...so im changing the worlds view of ill with dramma in a bottle now swallow the pill..while i press down on the throttle..ur visions get blurry bet the bitch looks good after the bottle... life is in a hurry and i stopped to manufacture the model.. cuz life is an ass in a dress to impress.. it hampers progress and nevertheless i take it all in i will never regress... into the same shit.. im been a student to long now im leaving the pulpit...too many times been the culprit.. ta plot a revenge im on the verge of spilling ya blood with the tip of a pen... hurt ya feelings like it satisfies my hunger n thirst.. but its worse when im attaining success.. im that horse that payed the best but no one ever put a bet on my plannin ta win..where it is u end i begin..its only started n im getting my wind.....now that the dear nearly departed im mappin the uncharted like louis n clark... its always close to the light when its this dark.... im gave me a tune up check out the new spark.. in the land of the lost im finding a cause ta pay back for the cost like a creditcard does... now im planning my moves like a coordinator does lookin for flaws like perfection is gods and i can take it away... im in a trans and i cannot be phased... i cant be replaced like jordan in his days... the game seems to be played...but its the players that changed..so im spotting and exposing the lames.. no matter how trying u a manakin and the world sees that u fake...never seen u in a range and talking bout money n fame... this is why i came like when i was done in the bed... that money shit is dead and it dont measure u dick... but it takes balls to say what i say.. im broke and on the struggle for dollars.. my niggas feel my holla.. cuz i grind harder that a burnt out clutch that falters... when u on ur way to sacrifice ur self on the alter.. on the strenght to this greater power.. burn this evil with a holy water shower... im feeling electric like powder.. and yall could fall back like the twin towers.. its a war and its not ours to subsidize our part in the equation.. n tae bo never taught me how to exorsise
demons.. im like the product i sell sour like lemons.. and im sick of pretending that its all ok.. cuz in reality its all bullshit that fertilized the
thoughts into frames.. to depict a thousand pictures with with a verse... the masses not only moving they groupin in herds.. to the worse of the worst.. so call me pessimist cuz ur views of me are in need of an optometrist.. who u to pass judment in the ending of days like a god fearing saint... so im snatching ur halo..molding ur thoughts like play dough.. its all relative when it comes to dinero.. ta make it u gotta chop it n bag it or attend all of u classes..defining our classes like the division of dominions into segregation politics... i acknowledge it but dont follow it.. it kills my mind like my body is..from constant stress and cigarettes.. i can blame u for the life ive lived.. but i will never give credit for my success to someone who didnt nuture it!


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yea i know...but if i do it might loose its meaning to me...i havent wrote in yrs and this is jus what came out when i woke up... but ill try next time