My Philosophy, Is what I live by, Though not on Solomon's Level
Knowing My brain goes against my Heart, My skins it's own Rebel
And If I sleep, More bodily functions Completed Than Eyes Opened
If thats the Case, I'd write in My sleep, For unlike my eyes..
My Ideas are never really open...
My Philosophy May seem Like Nothing, And Nothing seems Good
I thought I held it All at Stake, But I really Had Nothing to Lose
I keep True to myself, My own world, producing illusions Like You
Nothing in this World may be worth it, You think..
Until that special Something You Lose
I'm quick with My Tongue, And My Mind Is never Fully Reacting...
You Call My Thoughts Something Like Hip Hop
I call it Balancing on the thread Between Rap and Backpacking
Exacting My sentiments, Wishing My thoughts Would Blow through Speakers
Heard By every Mind in the World, If Only I could Really Reach Them
It's not on Solomon's Level, But I hold My Philosphy Close To Me
I want My Thoughts To reach the world...
But How I thought them, I leave To My Identity
And maybe Your Worries

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!