and once again


it was written
like on a piece of paper
that an artist shall
appear and always
come greater
not mistaken
or fake friends
who breed off hate
dance to the drums
of moving beat break
who’s great
not asoul in sight
so i write thoughts
until my lyrics gain
i’m rocking to
the backwards
standing in
the crowd
looking for appreciation
cannot tell
who can write the last tale
we pronounce
the words
that leave you
looking to go


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