so I can release this pent up energy.
No weapon can ever prosper against me.
I took to much from myself to let these obstacles hinder me.
Moving through this world of madness.
Trying to reach the ones that really want to hear me.
My fidelity lies with my life and my art.
Its all ive ever had.
They try to rip my mind from heart,
but I have been working way to hard
just to sustain my sanity.
Its steady waning every minute...
and every hour i get weaker,
but im trying to reach that peak.
If I have to crawl on bloody knees,
to the top... Ill never plead--- for mercy.
I can never show my weakness,
because there are others like me trying to seek this...
there place in the world.
Others who dont just want there lives to slowly unfurl.
Others who will sweat blood from their pores,
just to obtain what they want and more.
Others who want their fantasies and dreams....
Others who believe...
So they bleed, they bleed, they bleed.
Looking for there own salvation in the end...
and I and I are one of those bloodletters my friend...
:Nile Najee:
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