"Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves" Walking with hail of shells, why do we hate ourselves Writin' wise words, quoting Henry David Thoreau A man's own mind, not his enemy, is his worst foe Although, few know, constantly moving to and fro Dumb like a TV show, expecting others to bestow No, take it into your own hands, develop and grow Life without limits, no gimmicks, you can be that glow Apropos, not that long ago, people praised Jim Crow It's funny though, today the same people run the show Tell you one thing, but do another, like an indecisive hoe Haters will hate, but worry about the friend that is fake Because it's too late when you been bitten by the snake
Sometimes you up, sometimes you down Enemies keep reaching for your crown Your success will make them drown Lookin' back, look like a clown Sometimes I feel like leaving town Feel like leaving all this sh** behind Never thought a good heart was a crime Forgot I was blessed with the best of time All gone in a mist of a confused mind 'living is not the same as being alive' My flow flows fluently in my rhyme My words so beautifully intertwine Chaos and order, combined in a line Against all odds we still rise and shine Inspire, our thoughts are fuel for the fire Aiming at the top and even higher No need to retire, as sk**s do not expire -ASK