first om piece, and I wrote it 4 in the morning. so forgive me if the things Im trying to say isnt getting through.. Basically Im jus trying to sketch out my maturity as a person, and things I realised, out of the context of being a kid from a broken home and having to struggle out on the streets.
WAR AGAINST MYSELF - (growth)
Growth brings to the old, what perdition adds to Death
Playing the game, past its length, gains no added respect
An excess - attains no extra chance to elevate. I contest
For my escalation - Life passed the last cold breath I repressed.
I've run fast through bleek depths, seeking escape through the light.
Stuck in the deep black, with no gray saving the white..
Pave my path, I focused on wisdom, flaunting the brain.
To seperate myself from impermanence haunting the frame.
Molesting the name, I raped labels like "petty thug" - I grew
My lifestyle matured, lacking help to guide me through
So these words I bring, is my hole-less soul from the vapours,
That masked me partially once, but now Im penning whole on the paper.
Back in the days when I'd clown, and my mom sparked frowns
Id come home with black eyes, now I notice theyre dark brown..
Funny the change, I experienced, is in comparison.
From child to man, from here and now, contrast to back to then..
From trivial goon to a working studying student.
Who wouldve guessed the underlying smarts of a hoodlum.
Raised as a youth, I grew up in fatherless times.
Theres never been a growth that stretched farther than mine.
So now I can rhyme, write, even if the criticism is mixed.
I dont mind, because the scrutiny causes the kid.
To grow and expand, past the simplest matters he thinks..
Walking the edge, with knowledge that can shatter the brink..
So I evolve, and transmogrify, transform, my own form
Like fractures in psyches, watch what these broken bones form..
I stand taller, with my all, calling and weatherin storms..
Ive lost battles before, but now Im victorious in the war.
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