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In Time

What if we make it in time Took my eldest brother of heart I was age eight Routing me through different foster homes I could turn to nothing other than art Script my life to a page, my newly designed faceplate Registered me in school with hillbillies Rednecks lurking behind oak trees plotting to noose and conceal me Troubles away from home It’s all my fault, I’ll withstand the punishment Take a recess, filter out the problems Let you know how much fun it’s been Street thugs want to beat; I’m no ones fool to beat Pressure me and in my possession I acquire the tools to beef As Lustful individuals we relaxed in our own deceit Situations come to a stand still I take shelter beneath the neighboring bridge I’m grown and on my feet Who could criticize my passion for success? Here lately it’s become a fashion to stress In these heated hours of liaison with we nest I believe in me, myself, and nothing else I’m out late in the night I’ve got to get the rent Trying to lead of life toward luxury Another flaw in torment I resent Plus I got issues with the police The mayor and the presiding judges So many scoundrels to enlighten my grudge No one to stand beside this perched individual Therefore I believe me, only myself Wishing hard times upon me Brush them off, time to study for my clinicals The dirt shoveled, equals the nonsense I’ve been dealt Put an out cast to ease A touch somewhat seldom felt Trailing my steps, As I expire, you may have what’s left And who knows, we might actually make in time Peering through my blackened mirror in scenes I witness the incessant struggles of individuals in spleen Mortar over my nemesis as seen The tower I build in an effortless climb A have-not in time, this leprosy of mine But you and I we have history in reply Rest your thoughts next to this Charismatic character On whom else could you simply rely? The love letters I receive in kind My colleague wants to know dearly If you have a friend in mind Paper makes misery worth living Mother says her rapper insist I owe in him thanks in given The humor in my latest statement “By my ambitions only I’m driven” I believe in me, myself and nothing else But who knows, we might actually make it in time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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