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life

In the battle of tree or cross

 Pitched a tint amongst the lost

In the mist of true and false

Among those who paid the cost

 Those who paved the way

The ones who could have left

But they chose to stay

To lead the way

To save the day

Set the captives free

Hostage in bondage

Make you pay ransom

Lead you to destruction

 Like Manson

I’m an escapee but not a

Convict

On the run an armed

Suspect

Armed with a poets

Gun

Loaded with ambition

On an abolitionist

Mission

With an arsenal of

Weapons

For those who are

Injected

With Slave mentality

I got the antidote

With me

Cut you from a

Tree

Subliminally

This is write out

Poetry

Innuendos can you

See out

With two dotted

Eyes

In vision makes a blind

Decision

When I wake up I do a lot of

Pushups

So when I fall I know

How to get up