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poetic schemes in the mind,

sympathetic dreams in time,

what does this mean, to shine?

or does it just mean greatness?

cause lately in the head i can’t take it.

but to be honest i haven’t even shaken,

the dust off my shoulders,

been sittin around like a boulder, colder, than most,

as i try to coach,

mind over matter,

i’m really just sittin here gettin fatter,

not in the stomach,

but the thoughts in my brain i want to punish,

but now i release a great friend,

not one that will shy, but one that will never ever mistaken,

his past to his future,

cause in it he’ll look back and just think it was a blooper.

life isn’t a great thing, but the bumps and bruises will heal,

so never conceal,

and just sit up say “fuck Ya’LL who’s hatin!” then enjoy a nice mean meal