I keep running around in my own equation; separating the highs and lows adjusting to my acquaintances I refuse to give up even though my feet move left; I face two different trains I guess you can say I’ve been train wrecked.
Reminiscing on my past is not the only thing that’s giving me a bad laugh. I re-created the scenes as if my eyes are pleased to the site that I see, I move with aggression but, stumble over a message of my lesson; but why I feel stuck on the series of webs that crossed me over into hell, Oh well I begin to scale the difference views of what life has given me a peace of mind and a pen and pad to rewrite my history so, I still try to shine when my life begins to darken.
I’ve been giving the tools like Eli and begin to walking; a highroller you called me, but I know of no such thing unless I put on a pinky ring. I walk as if roses were thrown at my feet, I’d rather let them dangle and see the clouds cover me.
It’s no longer an excuse to feel such blues; I refuse to be torn down project and be build with Egyptian rules. I’d rather ramble my words and hide my secrets, you can call me the late night creeper or the DaVinci gate keeper; I say my words with truth and give you a read like I made you beg from your knees.
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