"Boot-Leg Twin"

They printed a bootleg 
Twin of me,

A knock-off stitched in pixels
Of Remnants,

It emulated  my stride,
But the soul wasn't tied,

Just a shadow that ain't 
Ever been free-

So I caught it slippun'
In the alley-light chant,

Patched together from borrowed 
Glow,

Walkin' through  corners
I ain't never trodden in.

It talk like me
But the delivery is glitchy 

Moves like me
But the spirit is empty, hollow,

A Counterfeit clone
Trying to spend my name
Like loose change
In the wrong hands.

And when it tried to pass
As the real one,

I felt the half-rhyme beat
Kick back in my chest:

A twin made a fleeting in the
Dark of night,

A remix wrong, a stolen light,
It copies my flame,

But can hold my name,
Breaken' apart when failed
With what's right.

So I stood in my authenticity,
Watched that knockoff 
Silhouette 
Glitch at the edges,
Unravel at the seams,

Cause it ain't built from my 
Breathe,

Ain't blessed by my walk
Ain't stamped by the Supreme Being
Will.

Just a Bootleg twin
Tryna link with my
Daylight,

But falling apart
In the real me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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