this is for the ones who love to hate
its the bliss thats so tough to obtain
unless you remain with abilities keen
seeing the inner mainframes invisability
still styles and skills be taken by frost
tossed into a frozen tundra,heat's lost
defeating the cause w/a stroke of genius
society decieves but's hooked,& fiends us
breaths golden dust down our throats
surround the masses with uneasy souls
breezes of fire keepin cold coals aflame
not aspiring for fame,b/sights set in their aim
reflecting blame upon myself through mirrors on the shelf
better days my hands were once delt
now oppurtunities stealthfully evade
un-successful counter-attacks slayed
an image portraid caves and cracks
back to steps 1,2,and 3 still paying tabs
layin slabs of concrete material
my reign beseated underneath the imperial
preying for a miracle but left without belief
concieve my fate in a glass ball of schemes
seen as a nusience but the streets are my home
so leave this already broken leaf alone
doing things on my own,mic in hand
lifes only bland if you look at beuty and see plain land
i scan my vision deeper and beyond
a seeker of faith and love, making me strong
i typed this really fast just seeing what came out, tell me what ya think
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