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The Judge


Now in the new direction

that i'm going down

I'm lost in confusion

New streets yet same town

I'm lost in the direction

I'm lost by the time

I'm lost by the roads

And i'm lost by the signs

I don't know what's goin on

Or what the mind is saying

But what I know is that i'm not playin

But the judge doesn't know what it wants

The judge doesn't see what it wants

Choices come in fews

And one day it chooses something and next it chooses you

And next it choose sweaters but wait it chooses shoes

And i'm still lost and waiting

For no more complicating

You see

The choices that the judge chooses make a complication easy

Everything that it says makes it lemon squeezy

Never did it say that it didn't really see me

But also it didn't say it didn't want to be me

You see i'm growing darker in my own pains

Never have I flown sky high International planes

Never did the judge make the decision

Regrets all around

Never did the judge make the decision

All were left death bound

The judge is it's own entity

Always lurking on the corners till the death of me

Always watching from dark and leaves gracefully

But when u see the judge it takes my breath away from me

The judge is different

Not normal to the rest

Different in the attitude and different in access

Different in the mood

And different in the rest

But most of all different in the way it sees things best

See the judge eyes are clouded

Like a stadium full crowded

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