While I Was Thinking Pt 2

Sitting here thinking...will I will my endeavor so clever so quick to never call my bluff n pull the lever n cut off ties like sever? Or call out rhymes like past times as people drop dimes and I sniff lines of notes like valentines I embrace it, taste it, lace it as I turn my back then never face it as uh chapter in the past I cast a dark loom over the groom n give my blessing to the music that once was my doom 2 consume my mind like monsoon & get swept into my black tomb. Or do I? Walk the route n doubt the clout that surrounds me like my conscience which I never doubt the truth of the nature of the beast to say the least at least I rise like yeast n stay straight like creased with no plan on getting off track like derailed I thought I failed yet nailed to this life like jailed n caught or confined I signed my life with uh fine point to point the finger to the sky in high hopes. The sky is my life n my dreams seem to redeem my true nature as my queen knights me n watches as I develop into a king