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
What can you do with weights on your feet? Lugging around baggage like woe is me There’s a tickle in your soul but you can’t
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
So many secrets are out the bag Conniving friends are walking away mad money made money lost but can we will still cut the cost
Surprised? Some people get surprised, When I verbalize my intelligence on paper Cause when I sometimes speak The words come out like childish banter However
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