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I been listening to Bryson Tiller trying to figure out how I can right my wrongs
And it's gotta be deeper than pencils, paper and puttin them im these poems
Its gotta be deeper than trying to live out the life these singers be portraying up in their songs
Or arguing back and forward for days in an endless relationship battle of ping pong
I mean we're all diamonds, the result of hardwork and pressure
And just like them we're flawed and it doesnt matter the measure
I feel like mines are saw with a ruler and tape
And my flaws are only seen through a magnifying glass with no hope or chance to escape
With no hope or chance to be replaced, or even corrected
No matter how hard I try it seems like the chances are slim to none for correction
I got my compass out and I'm just looking for some direction
I turned on the wifi option now Im looking for a connection
Between the two.
Between having many flaws and having few
I know the things I shouldn't but im waiting on the things that I should do.
