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a misconception


I'm not a rapper I'm a poet, that's my seed and I sow it. I'm that quiet kid in class, who always held back his sass. but when i have something to say,i say it, but never do i make people obey it, cuz in the end it's not about solidarity, it's all about being a singularity. I got fort minor on my phone, they get me in the zone to help me think on my own, to portray ideas I've never shown. I'm sick and tired of the same old thing, that people on the radio like to sing. All those trashy lyrics about having a hoe, stubbing your toe, proving you're a kid, throwing tantrums and hurting others. This is what i hear. This is what I know. Kids these days think their hard, even when they've never been scarred. Talking the "game," acting the same, knowing no shame, thinking about fame. It's all just gross, idolizing the post, of people who don't know how to deal with their problems, who claim it's the other person's fault, and do nothing but assault. People will ask ,"what do you know about me?" but never well they think, " i wonder what they see" cuz they think they're hard, but they don't hold a card. They're just the joker in this game of poker.
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There isn't much to say except that we all have our ups and our downs, My poetry is one of the ways i can feel "up" since I'm usually quite the pessimist. We all have our own "closed plan" and our unsung actions. Shout outs to my Waifu, Kage~

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