Words are like a work of art. Disrupt the folly discourse. I can’t pretend. I’ve been left behind again. Damn. My spirit is too great
Are the people with the raw talent just not hungry enough or are they just so raw with life, that they can’t move? Delicate enough
What is this world full of turmoil and discontent? Where do we find peace? How can we transcend the confusion into a vision so clear
How does it feel to break loose of the shackles that trap your mind with the horrid influences of reality and fantasy? How do you
Even at my darkest hour Even when my mind is spent Even when I’m among wild friends and we are having an outrageous time Even
Speaking up could mean so much When what you have inside can not be touched A spirit so tough Their lies, their pride… It just
It’s so funny, this life one minute you think you’ve got it all figured out and then reality sets in and re-scrambles all the potential
Trapped in the dark Moods switched around Too much wisdom choking me Half to death But I can’t let this Defeat me Come get me
Blowing air into my dreams I’m not a singer, nor a rapper Not an actor, not even a performer But I have a story A
The pressure to express… To have so much to say and say nothing Doesn’t it make you feel worthless? To dream so big and never
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