I've crossed the t's
dotted the I's
just so I could pass by
On the fly
due to the tears uncried,
instilled the opposite of lullaby's
just music about how to survive
and how to deal with strife
self labeled Llord Trife
which defines 5 percent of my life
the mental destruction
piercing the world like a spike
and that's my word
to the first eye
and that situation on stand by
Reality one way one face one spine
the backbone the gut the rut
the way out hard cold confident
and bold my walk my strut
until the thought hits me next
expressing this real cause
This Aint Just Text
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