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Still has a statue, still I'm attached to Thoughts from before closing the doors Concept of fame, fiening for more Paralyzed, afraid to die, recognize, realign Choices and goals Royces and gold Dreams I envision I attack with precision Elgin, I make you regret your decision Run away, witness protection Run to me, witness perfection You bitches rancid I'm being candid The truths independent from your understanding Staccato flow Gotta go Reach The pot of gold that Contrast The rot and mold Hidden within Ridden with sin Shits in my soul And you wanna grin? Watch me begin Haunt me again Bitching and wishing you know Ill offend Im stubborn you rubber ik you can bend And flex Show me those checks you claim to have Your thoughts aren't complex there plain and sad You go with the fads I make an impact Concrete man, you can't think abstract This isn't a rant this is is my manifesto Cup in my hand sipping my espresso Confident, I say shit with my chest full- lly out We doubt The outcome Force fed, "given" Corse, dead, give-in Run, witness the winding hills Rum, wait till liquid spills When shit hits the fan When You put your hands On the head Lay in bed Let the clock tick Walk it off Stalk and gawk but Don't talk bitch I've been stagnant, wondering when my days gon come by I've been growing, got my wings now I'm ready to fly Gotta touch the sky It could be gone in a flash Maneuvering I don't wanna crash Constantly reenacting made a pact in 8th grade, claiming I would follow my passion Rhythms my distraction I'm an addict Scared to be an antique stuck in the attic Behind, non benign thoughts flooding my brain Asking the question, Without success could life be the same?