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Untitled No.5, Act 1
My ink is runnin out
The same as my time
I’m moving in slow motion
Trapped in a box
Like a mime
People,
Always give me a hard time
Forgive me if I quote Scarface but
“The world is mine”
I’m not too far behind the rest
Although I’m not the best
I’m reminded everyday cuz it’s burned in my chest
People steadily try to cheat the system
But time is no longer with them
But in the end
Life is a mountain
That we all climb together
No matter the weather
I feel like I’m doing my part
But I still have some issues
To clean out of my heart
But what am I to do?
I feel like the worlds on my shoulders
Clearing one hurdle feels like tryna lift a boulder
No progress
Just sit here
And digest
The same redundancies
Hanging out and talking all day
With the same company
So don’t shoot me or my plane down
My heads barely above water
I’m trying not to drown
All it would take
Is for one of you haters
To walk by and stake
Me in the heart
With one of your cold insults I couldn’t take it
For that would be too much for me to handle
I might even sit here
Leaning against my mantle
Hoping to become the greatest thing to ever happen
To this world
----and yours
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