Gift

August, 29 2023 • Written by RapConcept

My gift, my dialect.
Switched when I tried to reach for the Divine.
Siege but never dined.
Leave the places I find.
Leave the pages defined.
Belief keeps changing my mind.
Relief keeps chasing behind.
The freak's keep wasting my time.
Like I'm paid by the rhyme.
Swayed by the sign.
Straight through the gate when I die.
Straight to the Great to sigh.

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RapConcept

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