In this life i have accomplished next to nothing, Lord knows its way before my time,
And if i were to be stolen away tomorrow, would i even be remembered for my rhymes?
How long would the world grieve me? Would my dying wishes be known?
Would they see beyond the outer shell? Would they miss me when i was gone?
My defiance brought me enemies, which in turn, brought me fatal regret,
In fifeteen years, i never strayed from my roots, surely it can't be near the end yet?
Will i live to see my dreams fulfilled, will i die before i fall in love?
And if the reeper came for me in the morning, would he take me below or above?
Is my soul that of angelic qualities? is my blood all pure and good?
Or do i represent a being of Satan? Living life as i did in the hood.
Would my achievements mean a thing to those i grew up beside?
Have all these awful tears been worth it? Had i recognised the lies?
Would i die alone, in my miserable solitude, surrounded with nothing but failure,
Or would i struggle till my last breath, in the warmness of my culture?
Will i become a slave to nature? or will the winds of time turn me around?
If i was kidnapped before my death, would my fragile body be found?
Would they notice that i wasn't there, when they were laughing amongst themselves?
Would they cry onto the lid of my casket, as the undertaker delves?
Would i be remembered for my personality, my humour, or my wit?
Times I've came close to letting go, but an angel told me it wasn't worth it.
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