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Complicated poem about indecisiveness on a lover..conclusion To Track Star |
Nemesis (ode to self)...perhaps the conclusion to Track Star living in the land of exploitation where folx will say shit to make you smile yet turn around and sell your secrets to make a buck Hello I'm Ms. "FUCKED all over" trying to keep my slate clean but it seems I stay brushing dirt off my shoulders Believe I'd rather waste my time brushing your hair can i dare to be different? Make you really miss shit? care to love a misfit? oh I've really been hit hard and my guard just won't come down I'm stuck in captivity trapped by my own paranoia and I owe ya so much more so what you waiting for get free like the P.O.C. C. I be down and dirty looking for that underground the escapist's route know what I'm talkin' bout? where the only shit you see is what you've made up and the only shit you feel is what you've made up and the only shit that's real is what you've made up Dramatic ain't really as pained as I claim to be But you really took aim So I had to be so you can see that maybe you're rose colored glasses needed some cleaning here's what I'm meaning you was in the right place at the right time I was testing you needing certainty that you were ready the focus in your mind would make me recline and admit your strength congratulations you're fearless and the winner |