If This Was A Song

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just different

   I write to express my views on life.

Some you might like, some you might not.

   Regardless, pen to paper.

Facts is an emotionless creed.

   It's in my DNA, that's what I bleed.

Realness, void of feelings.

   Whatever you cast out, that's what gets reeled in.

Stay above games people play, avoid that sinking feeling.

   Your in over your head, that's why you're suffocating

Cause that quicksand will pull you in, the more you struggle. 

   There's levels to this, know the hustle, or get hustled.

Be careful what you say, or get muzzled.

   Don't flex, if you can't out muscle.

If your phoney, no one will trust you.

   If you can't be trusted, then someone will hurt you.

Why would anybody want that, just stay true.

   And you'll end up on the floor, you belong to.

As simple as two plus two.

   Really, it's that easy, this is not a number theory.

All can see, like Beverly Clearly.

   Despite any lies, and still I rise, Mya Angelo.

There's no where else to go.

   But up, endless plateau.

If your foundation, is rooted in stone.

   Beyond flesh, and down to the bone.

Until the tombstone.

   Or the Lord comes down, to take me off the throne.

Cause life begins when word is born.

   So stick your word, and live long.

With the world, you establish a bond.

   That's when money, power, and respect comes along.

Flawless, would be the name, if this was a song.

   But it's not, it's something I wrote to help the weak become strong.

   So if you catch what I'm saying, then pass it along.