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My Keen

My Keen
I wear a smile like a mask dealing with defeat
The overwhelmed heart wants to scream
I'm not tryin to play in submission
And it feels like I can make it as the average
Don't fake it and make my trial on the surface
My scriptures from the trenches, tryin to earn a livin for my senses
Now this is a rebirth of the fearless
I am threat to the opposition
No hero, I just have a vision...
Inhibit the messenger from medicine
What they'll say but my description is dangerous
My game is reckless, My grind is outrageous
Put you through some changes
Listen it's like this...
I'm a talent for your world, I'm in full control while hittin lower lows
I stay winning on my own cuz defeated my foes
On mayday no soul showed
But big shoutout to my moms and pops!
Sobbing when I chose to rot
Brusiness knees still...
bringing me to the top,
against staggering odds
remember love of God
An admirable quality. All Day duty
That's my keen. An element of chivalry
Come and get it!
Written by Dancingwords (Timothy John Yabut)
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