L.I.
As a juvenile my outlook was prude yet vile..
..to prove a trial that always caused feuds of style
I pursued the miles in hard fought troubles of strife
..and double the hype even made it a struggle at night
now I shudder at site of any white script in the mail
..just skip it and bail or try to push chips and prevail
it’s this or I fail and cause more stress this time
..depressed on wine, my judgments are suppressed by signs
caress this nine and ponder on thoughts of death
..distraught from tests, my willpower sought for rest
insults and threats could drive my mind insane
.. a blinding race, impossible to find my range
the ride was paved, now only a path to choose
.. the fastest route, to become a more status dude
and pass the news, break free of the anchor I carry
.. anger is buried, progressing social ranks while I married
thankful and caring I moved on after starting from war
.. caught in the storm, my evolution brought me to shore
Laureate
I stood knee deep in problems I created for myself
Like bad health I was sick of the shit I’d been dealt
Trouble has come and gone, but the presence still lingers
Too many to count, the world doesn’t have enough fingers
Stabbed in the back often, but never a truly deadly blow
Felt the downwards pull, wounds bleed beyond my control,
Clogged with doubt and self pity, I never fully recovered
Blind to the right route, life was gritty, hope was smothered
Every time I got a boost, my support buckled and broke
Even with nothing to lose, hope was muffled and choked
Things never looked up, and my luck never changed
Started a new game, reversing from fortune and fame
So used to it now, bad days seem practically normal
Bruises looked like diamonds, rags looked almost formal
Constant clouds over my head, Mother Nature grounded me
Invisible to eyes that see, and a nobody in society
An intrusion of a delusion, slowly suffocating me
Far from free, I was pulled further out into sea
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