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Feel like I'm at a stand still in life
it's like everyone wants to be #1
but I can't please everyone
I'm back in that prism
I vacated that prison
I done my time
paid my debt
it's no longer a life sentence
I heard em say when will he listen
if I let the old diminish
isn't that me losing a part of myself
how am I supposed to make a
full house outta the hand I was a dealt
too late to fold
gotta flourish it gotta nourish it
that concrete rose
can't turn cold
I been high but I also
experienced the lows
those who are truly honest
have honestly been exposed
naked while fully clothed
isn't that the mission?
to show em
you aren't the only who
gave up a piece of their self
in this decision
it was executive, presidential
signed off on
official
it took off like a missile
but now as I look
I try to find the propeller
is it in the hangar
what propelled it
it's cold
out on it's own
desolate
but there's always a way
to get back what was lost...
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2015
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