N.Steven = Bold
My thesis is simply this
Defiantly embracing Truth
Walking to my own drummer
At the peak of my Youth
Days have passed for passer-bys
No more shall I keep my heart silent
Unkempt and unprepared
My soul spits truths that are truly violent
Unmercifully shouting my demands
Onto white, silent pages
To finally define
A true Prodigy of the Ages
Timeless, like wines and classics
I know nothing else but to maintain my soul
And while this “Rhythmless Nation” falls apart
God’s gift to me keeps me whole
The Stereotype enrages me
Trivializes my Purpose
It infuses and confuses me
As to what my true worth is
They’d like it if I wrote in the tone of a boast
Praising and raising nothing but ME
They’d like it if I rhymed and lined my lines in lies
Influenced by the viruses of society
But it won’t paralyze my hand
From inscribing the deepest
It won’t hold me or my pen down
I’ll break their defenses to pieces
So lend your ear to this definition/Ignore all previous superstitions
This life is my reason/Fall into this season/Of my real life’s Thesis
1 comments:
i dig your flow... keep writing love
-eye d.
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