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As a child, We Often Wonder…/
In Addition To Adding Ads And Addicts As A Sum Of Summer…
Even If It’s Internal We Still Send Spine Chilling Sternum Inferno’s And
Shuffling Through My Room, I Happened To My Find My Journal/
Now I Haven’t Wrote In This Since My Voice Was Pinchy/
And Even Though 2008 Seems like It’s Behind By A Century/
I Still Feel Like I Should Read You This Entry..
December 8th
Dear Journal.. Define Hot, Than Tell Me Where I Stand?
And If Labels Kept It a Thousand than where’s My Grand?
Dear Journal.. Can We Slow Down And Rewind Time?/
… I Always Had A Vision In Mind/
I Was 8 Years Old, When The TV Was On Cartoon Network/
Back When My Mom Used To Lecture And My Dad Made Gestures/
I Would Run Until My Chest Hurt, I Never Had A Past/
But I Never Had A Future Or One That Could Really Last/
And Dear Journal… Do You Think If The World Started Hearing Me/
My Mom And Grandmom Would Take My Dream Seriously?/
Maybe If I Robbed A Bank She Wouldn’t Be So Stuck Up/
Or If I Caught Some Bodies, She Planned On Having a Fuck Up/
I Mean… I Know I Sold Drugs But I Was In Need Of Allowances/
I Was Jogging In Reeboks Dreaming Of New Balances/
Who Could I Look Up to? My Mom Was Retired/
My Dad Was A Liar, Aunt Died In a Fire!
Dear Journal… What If There Was No Music, No Acoustics/
What Could I Use For Amusement?/
I Feel Like I’m An Instrument, Words Become A Snare Drum/
With The Slim Top And Every Metaphor Is Like A Rim Shot/
So I Took All Of Them Hits In And By The Time I’ve Reached Seventh/ Grade
I Gave Up Trying To Fit And Made An Oath To Be A Legend/
A Reverend Absorbing Blessings With The Spirit Of The Honest/
And The Rhythm of a Sonnet And The Blood Of an Adonis/
And I Promise That We Gon Be The Victor… That Is/
Right After I Crop These Seeds Out Of The Picture/
Than We Sail, Off Of Shore And Won’t Look Back At A Sea Shell/
Or The Female.. That Only Looked At All The Retail/
Maybe I Could Get A Couple More On The CD Sales/
And Maybe These Producers Would Start Responding To Emails/
Nowadays The Man I Need, It Just Seems That The Man Would Lynch Me/
So I Sit With The Enemy Even When It Stands Against Me/
But When Every Vow And Every Bow Be Reached/ The
Teachers In The Bleachers Will Even Belittle Beliefs, I Say That/
It’s More Than Just A Commotion/ Its More Than Just A Promotion/
It’s Never Been a Facade/ It’s More Than Just A Devotion/
The Sickness to Every Potion; Illumination To Light Now/
It’s More Than Just A Grind But Equivalent To A Lifestyle/
My Right Now, My Files Are Nostalgic
Making Apostle From Agnostic.. The Document Through My Logic../
Just Watch This..
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