
Theres a thing called
free will:
The ability to act at one’s own discretion.
But every movement
Requires introspection
Compiling your own ambitions
To make
A new
Retrospective.
See I do me at all times
Because it aint worth
actin’ desperate.
You comin’ in second
While I got a Merit.
A bit of advice
be cognitive.
Because what I'm about to spit
may help
whats between noggin’.
Y'all's mumble rap
be difficult to comprehend.
Chopped up sentences,
mispronounced words,
Just to be all hype at the end.
Chorus with a lingo
just doesnt have
a lyrical flow.
Game of scrabble,
Omit it like an option
Cross four tiles on ya incompetence,
Don't understand do ya?
slow in ya own conscious.
See this cheese
on my face.
Its pretty cute
aint it?
What's worse is that you’ve already
Judged me
Based on my
sex
race
and what you claim
“body language.”
Its hard to be original
It gets lonely sometimes
But the difference between you and I
I invest in alone time.
Shine on myself and my own mind.
Creating, placing, and mixing words within a timeline
Free will
To be
Think
And feel
On my time.
Thanks for reading.




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