Fasade(made up)
Fasade/ made up
By natal
I see you there cold and bare...
Grey shirt grey hood blank stare...
Your an open book...
Written without a hook...
An open canvas that gets painted by every bit of life...
I see you all in the figure you truly are...
Just plainly placid with your facade of fake...
Incased by a disease and that disease is a case of fake...
Your not real everything you do is based off of what others have done...
I see you see others pick up a ball and now you think you can ball...
Hummm...
I don't get it blank stare and all...
Your lost in your self...
Inward you fall...
You don't have a definition or an example of who you are...
Lost in your self traveling by feet when you seem like your driving a car...
You think you got it all but as you had it all you begin to realize like you what you had wasn't shit...
So just allow me to spit and spill a few barz onto a page so you k ow its legit...
Basically your gonna pay me...
Since you pay no mind to pay attention..you can't mind but to pay me if not ice in your mind...
Your body im cemen....
Oh shit sorry there I go again...
Allow me to just end this here just know pay me my end...
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