Yo,In this day age,
I'm re-writing my page,
discussing my state,
and how I escaped from a cage,
fighting for freedom,
while I was mentally internally bleeding,
scheming on ways to beat my demons,
and as time moves accordingly,
the devil continues to torment me,
as I travel through trial and tribulation avenue,
I manage to,grab the mic,
and spit till I show no signs of life,
why is why the question I continue to ask?
when I know the answers harsh like my life in the past,
but after the struggle and the stress,
I settled,told myself to rest,
after strategically planning moves like chess,
but now, I guess life's more complex right?
shades of grey in between the squares of black and white,
but the battle's are tight,
the war is even tighter,
its like I'm tight roping on string that's being burnt by fire,
but my desire,
is to spit fire,
stick to it and keep moving,
prior to the cause,
whether or not i receive an applause.