Kid Behind A Blind

Blasphemy

The past in me is now the last of me

I left it behind

Devine I write

This pen and pad is how I do my time

The sad in me

Comes seepin straight through my heart

From my veins my blood contains

The weakness you cant see in the dark

Through my fingers the pain it lingers

And on the last stage of Depart

It leaks from my hand and into the pen

It takes it from really dull, to holy shit sharp

The pen sparks the fire

And within my soul it ignites the desire

To inspire those who

Chose to retire

. . And give up on dreams because they're tired

My soul writes my lines

And my mind gases its fire

From the cradle to the grave

I will never change the diaper

Cuz I was born without one

Born a God's son

I was born an X

But not to Malcolm

The recession has possessed too many

But it has yet to phase the Levy

I've ignored the request to pay the government

And ever created my own new penny

I would be a liar if I said I didn't love Jacksons

And even more if I hated Benjamins

But in the US

It's a sin to have them

So, I'll have to win

And win without them

Sorry to say it

But I'll trim my Sad's then

Build my own world

Where your born without one

. .You'll be blessed with me

I'll be your motivational key

And within that circle

You win with that one!!