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I write, then forget, but that ain't demeaning

I fight, then regret, but that ain't redeeming

I rise, then re-set (reset), but that ain't succeeding

I rhyme, then fret, cause there ain't no meaning.

It's seeming a burden to please

Cause dreaming to be unique

Is a privilege of which we are denied

Maybe I set the bar too high

That I can't even reach.

You call it disrespect, I call it envy

That's why I walk around like nothing offend me

I use it as armour cause my rhyme's my sentry

Thoughts are dark but heartbeats are empty.

I do not use my craft to make a difference

I can not fit all scars in a sentence

I do not aim for stars, rather the senate

I may not seek retribution, just penance.

By: Arman Yusuf