as i walked in my dreams with my girl i heard shots buss echoes of a rightful death as the night spoke to me in spanish while in reality my bestfriend confessed that she thought i looked like jesus. the very nerve of her words moved me to fear me and so I allowed my mind to teach my body to fast and not feel deprived/so that i would open my eyes to the truth of my destiny like indigenous children learning to read themselves and i tried to change the future, by focusing on the things that could never stain like being a dancer, but my body didnt feel the same (though it does now) I refused to write, fearing how it would change things. (but now i must)
collecting myself lovingly i couldnt hide from myself (anymore) reflecting only in my mind, the path that i've taken the bridges i've burned and all the times i've been faced with a turning point but felt too blind to pick up on the signs that i needed to understand in order to learn not to make the same mistake twice felt froze idled in my skin the minute i felt exposed to the world for my sins keeping myself within my home like there was nothing left to do but breathe nothing left to do but believe that one day i would mobolize myself and achieve the very accolades i've seen
(why did i run? I was never ready now, look at what i've done. look who i've hurt look who i've depressed with sadness how have i allowed this?)
played life like a game only to get played didnt know the rules so i felt framed by my very misguided, interpretation of what an intellectual emcee should be only to find myself with a god complex, fearing me ran through life and dreams only to hide from the world hide from who i've been and what i've done and now that i've come out of hiding i must continue to build.
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>played life like a game >only to get played >didnt know the rules >so i felt framed >by my very misguided, >interpretation of what an intellectual emcee should be >only to find myself with a god complex, fearing me
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A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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