CIRCLES

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I equals an self inflicted wound…
Splatter pattern splatted all over you soon…
coon that’s what they called us niggas who sang a selfish tune…
Feuds cause you were the crab pulling down the next…
blue…
you flex…
rushing cause u want it now…
sad…
cause god said that’s not ur path…
mad…
cause you know what you can have… willing and able
more than capable…
just be patient
wait
anticipate ur fate…
clue…
if u just pause live in the moment… seconds between you living in the end…
Seconds from you celebrating with your friends
seconds…
it’s a grown up world I’m playing grown up games…
fame…
reason I’m fighting to be different…
no ones the same…
its the rage against the norm never conform
everyone will swarm
few torn
the emotions be potent potions
Still motion moving fast
Lost moments
I know where it starts but where will it end
imprisoned by ur own personal struggles
Dont be
break free of the tussel and tuggles
life is easier with out the ruffles…
dont deny the problem face reality and solve them…
repent never let tempting tastes of sins win…
i is a Self inflicted wound…
rewire ur mind…
Your reward looms in darkness
Shadows from the lightest
Have faith in the righteous
Togther WE can fight it
I ME WE US THEM
the Circle.

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