I don't wanna plead anymore. I don't want to be a star.

Don't even fuckin need it that far

Delusions of the "running away" mentality that they talk about
I've shined too many shoes to know souls honest now
And round here we iron out those that separate friends from their love
Their grandmas aunts mothers all else that's above
God help them from above, gods gon need to help them from above.
See em, if they at the top of the tower then beat em
Reasons? Named one now / maligned with no ego, that new shit in town that new shit
I don't wanna plead anymore. I don't want to be a star.
I don't wanna plead anymore. I don't want to be a star.

Take a step back, am I writing to myself? Here to talk certain about my own story.
Facts about what’s not important and fiction in braille. You wanna know what I’m on come take a look at this scale. Come take a look at this residue. Look at it and define what it does mean; what it’s meant to you. Not talking about substance; I can get that in all abundance. Something deeper than the fantasies, inner voice or the pundit.

Fuck any critic that would make you doubt yourself. You, yourself, better be included.
Know who to blame, who’s been giving the bruises. Identify cancer, cure and remove it.
You need release? Realize what you shouldn’t. You see, but don’t believe? You don’t like it? Well, then you wouldn’t. You intended on being positive. Well intent does have a homonym and to be intent with common sense is to camp a thought with competence.

You know it.. That I’m saying shit, that should garner explosions. Roped in by emotion, hard stop – hardly hoping. Heart stopping now please cut me open. Mercy for my enemies in a moment. For now I’ll stay hate filled and smoke on this potent. Encroaching, you eat lead, is that duly-noted? Bitch. Is that duly-noted?

Dually, note this, I’ll pursue despite risk. Listless, uncaring, divide it up, vibe it up.
You took my soul with a dementor’s kiss. New lease on life time to fight it up, write it up.
Pushing forward as I punch with my fist. Making connections we line em up, light em up.
Firing squad aimed down sights towards the marred. Just shoot your commander set him ablaze, I want him charred, yuh.

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