Wayne
Forgetful
minded… lost in the trenches of today, overdue the moment… over succeed… triumph
and trample, Goliath stance rise as a King, sit as a god.
Misconstrued,
misconceived… firing off on all cylinders laying species of seeds… They grow
bright…what is in my mind is lowering dim lights… synapses sparking off inaccurately
putting me to sleep codeine! Prescription indeed… I pray on my knees, Amen!
Lord please…
I
play the game that wins me… this rap game wraps me in the blanket of confidence,
wraps me with humanities blessings…
Take
a notepad and miss-document me, take a mic and misrepresent me… stabbing and
mutilating me like the late Ceaser, with hope of death coming out your
instruments of greed… that I’m critical decease.
But
yet the world knows that I’m here… cautions that I take slows me down for a
brake… I slumber then I awake.
Tomorrow
is not mine but I reach for here and now… building goldmines out of my mind… Sizzurp,
Pimp-C can you see? See these things in my sleep don’t count me out; I’m still
in… counting the days to my end.
I have
my camp here and we’re wining… Wayne historical figure for your age and
momentum…keep this genre for this is a favor, life is a gift and these TMZ
reporters are piranhas with fevers…
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