.. Aged Five or Six, i Became Transfixed with a Cobblers Work,
cause there's a story i was told back then & for what its worth,
i'd like to Share What i Learnt .. you see, in every pair of shoes
theres more than just Sole, It's how cobblers share their views.
when not Preparing Tools for work .. the cobbler sits & designs,
then Hand-crafts Various Footwear to help get Shit off His Mind.
the Gift Lies Inside those Blueprints .. thats where they Let it Go
and pour out their Dark Levered Souls.. into Dark Leather Soles.
each Shred Of Hope's then Entwined.. and Stiched to perfection,
as customers Walk in his Shoes .. they Stamp Out his agression.
he'd Lent a Hand to Ambition, worked as what he Wanted To be
and so working as a Shoe Maker.. he'd finally Laced his Dreams.
Chasing Seeds of Oppourtunity .. Looking for that Grain Of Hope,
admist the giant Field of Dreams he's been to Ashamed to show.
Lonely Seeking that Rain Bow.. that'll add Colour to his Features
and Only Speaking In Tongues .. of Boots, Shoes, and Sneakers. .

Somehow, his Views Weakened.. no longer the Method Worked
He didnt want to be here in the First place, the Second or Third!
the Lesson's id Learnt seemed pointless .. in Riddles & Odd Sets
like everything id ever been taught now made Little to No Sense
On a Fiddle of Progress, Stringed up on a shelf where my end is
Sold to the nearest buyer .. & im merely a Cobblers Apprentice. .


Shoes.


If you dont get the story / concept of this then please, dont vote.
With that said. . im not accepting votes from Deacon, Brixton or 8 Off now matter how 'explaind' they are, they vote against me anyway so if they vote - just delete them. Pz.

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