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Ideals.

Mismatched Thoughts Tend Ta' Rot Unplaced in Random Spaces
Only To Be Forgotten, Unwanted, Provoked By Phantom Faces
Unmatched Paces, Evolved Into New Erratic Radical Ideals..
Appealed By The Same Youth That Forever Appeals The Field
Backed Out, He Smiles At The Crowd As They Shun Him, Front Him
Blunted & Blacked Out He Tries To Escape As They Confront Them
For Alone He Never Stands, One Man w/ A Limited Cemented Mind
One Of A Kind As His Brain Strains To Unwind The Grime Intwined..
Slowly He Caughs, To Cover Up He Almost Sparked His Heart Fully
Surely, This Crowds To Harsh To Ever Appreciate This Beings Bully
So Ever So Gently He Refreshes Everything Simply: "Just My Ideals"
He Peals Back The Extract Foreign Poison That Conceals His Wheels
Solemn Thoughts Race Paradox As He Box's At His Insides Solely..
Just To Express His Deepest Desire To Freestyle The Crowds Magic
And Try To Play The Toon Of The Saloon And Entertain, So-to-say..
So He Backs Down, Forever Ashamed And Disgraced Of His State
It Turns Out, He Never Had The Balls To Display His Mind's Fate..

Now He's Two Years Past, Forever Stuck In His Lucrative Ways
His Diluted Waves Forever Lost To The Crowds Intuitive Plague
You Might Ask Him, "What Was The Matter?" Question His Motives
He'll Answer, "I Never Had The Guts & Couldn't Adapt To The Pause..
Right Before Your Pour Your Very Own Heart To The Cause.. I Mean
Writings's My Passion, It's Happnin'.. It's Me, But I couldn't Appeal..
To The Pressure On Stage, As I Spilled My Thoughts And Ideals.."

Dont be afraid to let it out, you'll regret it later on.