My mind is distored, orthidox flow with-in
life is dimin, used to hardknocks,life is retorted
But when my eye-lids shut, I think nothing of it
quiet times, I love it, the moons trim, and light over me
Sittin staring off into space, never a minute of time I waste
old pictures, I stare at the face.. my love is a lace
Tight but not strung out enough, life is an aspect
Never retoric neglect, or flourish the dim success
rap,life,music,highs thats wat keeps me nourish'd
I carry the staff, climb the highest feets'
ride in fleets, keep members in there seats
But at home, I think off the dome - and make mouth beats
when my eyes are closed... lies fold, text is bold
Colors become beautiful majestys, useful anasty's
life becomes fantasys, things that I wish happened to me..
When my eyes are closed.... time never grow's old
things that cannot get taught, are told
Emptiness lurks inside of my body
a friend to bring happiness to me, never happiness
..... even when my eyes are closed....

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