IN THE MIDDLE


We got different directions and ambitions can you stand to listen,

These pseudo rappers spitting dull rhymes and euphemisms,

My world is intoxicated by these drugs I’m taking,

But its okay cause they cater to my other dimension,

I’m demented, sometimes I say jokes but really meant ’em,

No wonder why its only emo’s who really get them,

Pretty soon I’ll lose myself in this bigger picture,

And they gon search for me like eye spy literature.

some thoughts


Sometimes I wonder what infinite is,

And why I ever limited myself.

My friends are not friends,

I don’t care for them a bit.

I want to succeed, I want to prevail,

In my way and in my fashion.

I fear I am wrong,

My conscience eats me,

But when will I be free?

I don’t care for social progress,

I don’t care for the glory,

I care for being me,

Satisfying my spirit,

Satisfying my vanities,

And being the expression God intended me to be.

I want to be free.