My life is like Pharoe Monchs defunct group
Organized Konfusion
I fight a daily war and the way I was raised there is no such thing such as losin
I watch so called friends lie in my face and think that my trust is gained
I have seen them come and seen them go and yet I still remain
To me right now love isn't a constant it is a fleeting feeling
money and sex digust me, happiness is the only thing that is appealing
things that are simple seem to become as complex as the human genome
I sit and stare in the sky and let my thoughts be free and my mind roam
I am one who wield words as a weapon and and my literary gun as cocked and loaded.
I have been a verbal warrior for many years and I hone my skills where as most at this point talent and tenacity all but yet eroded
this is a simple sparring match with my left and right brain to keep myself in shape
I feel like I am locked in a cell and rhymes are my only escape

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Not sure but...I like it...deep.