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style is something money can't buy
holding a cup and you look em in the eye won't even spare a dime
what a time
i could be doing better but I'm doing fine
been a lot worse tragedy compared to cupids curse
delivered on a hurse a lot of faith but don't go to church
its irony when i smile i refused to be in denial
complexities need to be diluted from monstrosities
bigger vocabulary
intelliegence incepted from the dictionary
to grow you need to change yourself
self worth is the biggest and nothing else
circumstances your panting and ranting
pacing like a skitzophrenic tracing weed that was laced for days on end
create instead of bashing the innovative
to rise is to be perceptive but the adequate juggle around fatigue and gratitude
why the rich rude struggle builds character my dude
self loathing is enigmatic until you experience it and understand it
never stopped changed course for better
the term is to be more clever
devils back bone a road you go in life
to see them gates to every answer you've ever asked why
which ever way you say it sense it to be made
thats why i love pain I'm sharper than a blade
positive outlook battling dirty looks and troublesome shooks
i fein off that hate the shame of wanting something to blame
meaning supplying the breathing
times abrupt living entertaining
to shut up these bad thoughts and cease the righteous layout
i live by a code I'm human I'm in conflict with my moral values
my saliva glands transport you to what I'm feeling to
dont over think it just know its all cool
keep moving mentally like a treadmill in a room it helps you
record skipping static noise life through my eyes
chaotically bold melting and freezing temperature its hot and cold
trees and the breeze feeding ducks bread blissful steez
ill be the old man on the bench after a long session of skating with my friends
desert,mountains,beach,streets my life blends my own artistic trends
alternating what i don't like telling better to come and the worse to take a hike
movies with the sound off music with the lights on
a subject to my own neglect transitional period upside down is the hourglass
looking in a mirror leaving your mind and seeing a different dimension
simple tension swirls my thoughts definition
a second gone is a second wasted too much thought not to mention
locating hay in a needle stack choosing chopsticks to grub on soup
I'm more worn in than worn out frustrated and doubt but never pout
a lot of thorns but no rose its a rarity don't want pity like i don't accept charity
freedom costs self made my own boss
spiritual revolution took a bad situation and turned the pollution
data and info infinite got back up plans for days don't trust a bitch
elaborate word play and twist of faith that roulette vibe i love that hype
coincidence interprets faith like when discover the end of the maze
its always foggy going in until realization hits and its just miss
comedy a holy deed i laugh at everything i see
sarcasm and being serious simultaneously perpetuated
my shoes got holes and my image is mutilated
but my feet are smooth and wisdom i hold accumulated
bull by the horns like life I'm head on
saddle up he's the homie now traveling and nomadic
teaching and preaching how like an arrow bad situations pull you back
before sending your ass in the right direction
compass instincts spun out but perfection
nautical problematical spiritual mathmatical liven life fundamental

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Duhlema
Member since December 22 2013

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