Questions?
when im in the zone, my mind is proned
to everything thats dawned
down on me, am i really free?
or is it just my thoughts going a thousand miles per hour, like im locked in the ifial tower
with nothing but a grapefruit, to heal the whombs to which who
even considered me, to be
filled with such pride, take a ride
in my shoes, who wouldve knew,what she went through
but through the epiphiney, they drilling me
over compassion, i mean im just asking
is the sky really the limit ?
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