Is my worst affliction
Spinning my seconds
Going in the wrong direction
A time thief
Where is my prison
Trapped in my mind
Like rainbows inside prisms
I make room for the mundane
Blinded by doubts
So the status quo stays maintained.
Got to get up with the sun
Before my heart disappears
Like the steam over rice
When it's done.
Only so many beats in a day
Tunes of my dreams
My imagination is the stage
Where they play
To an audience of invisible mes
Finger snaps like the flashes
From the paparazzi
Each bringing me back to reality...
Heart beat
Woke feet
Banging my tongue
Against the walls of my cheeks
Like bands parading
New Orleans's streets.
Focused on internal rivalries
Diversifying my energies
Building a portfolio
Invested in my own philosophy
Tracking my progress
Is my success
Fueled by rumors
Like the Monster Lochness
There's more to my skin
Than what's on the surface.
Writing is my therapy
I dont have time to lay down
I function at my highest level
When I'm scripting my verses.
Me versus me
Just me against the old me
Kissed yesterday good bye
So I could make love tomorrow
Or do I mean today
Either way
I'm getting better
At keepin my fantasy
More and more about me
And less about her
And what she did to me
Or him
And how he did me
I listened
To what mattered
To the spirit
That lives in me
And is desperate
To makes its purpose
The vision that drives me.
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