For a Girl Named
I lay in this mess bored
Like I’m half torn
Before I was born
I had to press forward.
Live deceives you
And think,
What’s in between blinks?
It’s not a manner of speech
It’s what deceives you to think.
What makes people meet
the people they want to be,
or friends under sheets
It's fate honestly.
Regardless how long,
the same people can see
that something bigger than them
created this recipe.
This is meant to teach
the reader,
it should,
every person who breathes
Lives to feel good.
You're young and you're free
and you hang out with me
but you have this disease
I'd take away if i could.
Hang onto to family
and I'm not gonna preach
but your destiny
is with who always stood-
up for your story
I know it's corney,
maybe boring.
but my intuition speaks
wisdom to rhythm
so it catches you for me.
And think on this;
can you afford to eat
if you were left on your lonely?
if not
follow those
who can feed more than their own feet.
You're a growing diamond,
ready for polish
but step back,
and take advice,
this isn't just knowledge.
It's what I've seen change brains
from the hustle to college.
you think I'm speaking from success
but i'm speaking from falling.
I'm speaking from the mess
people cleaned up the best.
You're not finished yet,
you have a soul that you kept
So search the depth...
and find yourself at the bottom amongst a ship wreck.
And with that
swim untill you get breathe
win untill you get checked
come back a little smarter
take their queen on your fifth step.
I don't know tommorrow
I barley know today
I kept you awake,
to save yourself from the pain.
A hard lesson learned,
but it initiates the change.
Don't follow dragging footsteps
better face away
take a break from walking behind
zombies putting hate in their veins.
If you pray
just pray,
you can face the stage
and tell the audience booing you
that you were meant to stay.
It's creates a strain
on the mind,
well what I mean to say.
Is life
can be confusing
when you keep it the same.
It’s what makes your brain rotten
Why we stay forgotten,
I’m running out of options
It’ll kill us if they spot you.
You're a hostage I’m pretty positive.
But here’s something better;
We can build where we lost it.
You’re a rose that grows from concrete,
Tupac’s on to it.
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