I dream too much I have never been logical//
Mind so gone, thoughts so prodigal//
Music always gave home to my prodigal thoughts//
Where my random thoughts become wise quotes//
Loneliness, a thing called sacrifice//
This meant everything so I paid the price//
I am more familiar to a drum than any friend//
Siblings distant, closer to a pen//
Lips closer to a mic, than any woman//
Heart closer to a beat, than any human//
My ambition has become a self built prison//
Trying to be the new king and this is treason//
Maybe its vanity trying to shine like a prism//
Maybe insanity I never care for the reason//
Someone tell Lincoln I am a slave I need freedom//
I need emancipation I am fighting every season//
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