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You View Me Arrogant- Beholding My Values Bullish.
I’m A Problem Inevitable- Only In The Eyes Of The Foolish
A Philosopher, In The Thoughts Of The Wise,
For I Refuse To Take A Step Before I Think It Twice,
I’m The Modern Leader, Of Generation Yet To Flourish,
Living Accordingly With The Courage That I Might Brandish
I’m Metallic, The Unbreakable, Indispensable Sooth,
A Tiny Fearless Being, Indeed I am The Truth.

My Mind Is Mechanical, My Thoughts Subliminal,
For My Need Of Knowledge Is Insatiable,
I’m The Rock That Became A Mountain,
The Water Drop That Flourished Into A Fountain,
I’m The Light House Standing Tall Midst A Sea Of Darkness,
A Believer From Far The East, A Surviver Of Harshness,
I Have Walked On Blood, And Disturbed The Dead,
Lost In The Mist Of Miseries, Still Awoke To Find Bread.

My Eyes Are Believers- My Ears Are Listeners,
For My Hands Joined My Legs To Become Achievers,
Yes I am A Walking Dream, Unacceptable Only To The Unwise,
Therefore I Will Never Surrender Until My Demise
I Will Wake Up As If The Sun Only Rose For Me,
Record My Thoughts As If I’m Only Child Of History, 
Though This Life I Live Feels Like A Full Supreme Court,
With Verdicts Coming From Every Corner- Never Will I Distort.

I Have No Fear- As Failure Is My Sole Nemesis
I’m An Inevitable, Indestructible, Forthcoming Genesis,
I Speak Loud Like A Paranoiac Undisputed Vocalist,
I am A Devoted, Yet Unforgiving Mentalist, 
I Want To Be Something New To The Scenery,
I am A Mercenary, A Practically, Reputable Visionary,
I’m Done Living In Fairy Tales- I’m Rewriting History,
Foot Steps Of The Greats I’m Following- Reliving The Mystery.

Poetry Is My Antidote, My Self-Prescribed Pain Reliever,
Of Propagandas That Bring Souring Agony To Its Receiver,
Still I Thrive, For I am A Believer
Beating The Odds, Flying Hopes Of An Under Achiever,
Feeding From Their Negativity, For I Seek To Reach Higher,
I Will Rid My Ears To Avoid Hearing The Words Of A Liar
Though Times Are Hard, My Heart Is The Heart of A Fighter,
Its Dark Now, But At The End Of The Tunnel Is Brighter.

My Skin Is The Proof That I Have Lived Enough,
To Evict Poverty And Push Through, Even When It Seems Tough,
My Scars Are Reminding Stamps Of Strife,
The Vindication, And Cunning Ways Of Life 
Even If Steel Walls Were Built Around Me- I Will Still Make A Door,
Because I Have Lived In Enough Pain, In This Life Of The Poor,
I’m Metallic, The Unbreakable, Indispensable Sooth,
A Tiny Fearless Being, Indeed I am The Truth.?
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