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To my
great surprise,
ever since I looked in your eyes,
I've been out of mind, fall to the knees.
Struggle to rise like afros in the 70's.
Try to find the truth and all I get,
Is a sense of instability and regret.
What great is it to be stable?
When, in fact, you are lost and unable,
to connect to the people we love.
There is nowhere to turn but to look above.
See past the dreams of others and realize,
the truth is weaved from what we personalize.
The third eye see you for what you really are,
Don't hide under a false pretext and repertoire.
Struggling and striving for something within,
For that is the record we all have to spin.
We say we try for the best..
When all we really do is half-ass the quest.
Why must we race to the finish line?
Are we that impatient we can't define
what it takes to be called a true person?
We are just making the situation worsen.
This is where I stop rhymin' and start cursin'..
Shit.
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