See what is word without essence, and preach without message?
I'd rather be a humble weed that colors the desert
King on the throne or petty peasant
My flow in control so the words are just messin'
You see, to degree, as do I so do we
Amidst technicality tho times align perfectly
...In my wildest dreams ...
perhaps I'm afraid
That it won't be okay, that I won't make the grade
But it's cool we pass on transition the next
Somewhere down the road two paths are going to connect
Take time introspect life starts giving me things
The joy or the strife that situations can bring
Made me wish I was younger, more in touch with the wisdom
To see past the past and beyond criticism
To not forge the future from current condition
But what do I know after all I'm just spittin'
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