A kind of the mind, searching and seeking to find,
Taken to fields but always feeling as if I'm blind,
A lost soul with no set passage in stone,
A destiny in dynasty to one day hold the throne,
Held back in elevation like a tree never grown,
Bonnie with No Clyde, or Em with no Dre,
I'm seperated from my dreams and no longer I can play,
But the urging in my heart to never give in,
Accepting no other fate, other than a win,
I'm stickin it together like paper with a pin,
Just warming up like the old man sippin on his gin,
Hoping to make my mark on the earth like a skywriter to the air,
I'm taking the world by storm, performin with no care,
And still the aching remains to pursue my decision,
Like Tiger, I'm filling holes to pure precision,

Once again I'm overcoming and soon to be becoming,
Finding the track once more and stickin to the path,
Like droppin the bomb on Japan, its unknown aftermath,
Set straight, nailing more long shots than Jordan,
Taking more hits than Iraq but keep authority like a warden,
Like a reborn child, I'm not to be outdated,
A course so healthy, looks to have been catered,
Overcoming the barricades, flying higher than Apollo 11,
Life is on a set channel, strikin luck, like number 7,
Elevating so much, I'm hittin heads with God in Heaven,
I'm a warrior at heart, crusadin through my dreams,
Can't beat that winning feeling of victory in teams,
I still feel that aching rushing throughout my frame,
But still not boxed in, this MC will never be squared in this game,
Its a mathematical proposition, take it has you do,
An urge so strong to commit but still thinking things through...

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