The Fame
We’re all just stories in motion, full of metaphors and simile and poetic notions but when the likes feel like love then the love feels like work, but you never put it in now somebody’s getting hurt that’s a lesson, but you can turn the page that’s a blessin’, release your new edition let the world feel your essence. When you can’t figure out what your story has in store but you know it’s never ending so you always plotting more it’s time to edit, some pages gon fold you gotta let it cause if your story stays the same you eventually regret it we know life is just a gamble to pick your prize you gotta bet it. Set it, leave your mark make sure they don’t forget it, don’t let it, break your heart if they don’t seem to get it that’s your vision plot a course and execute precision if they won’t get out your way make your entry a collision then incision, your path to your goals on a mission, to grow to where you never introduce yourself again cause when you enter any venue, they already know your name, that’s fame.
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