#thethoughtjfm

My meaning in life is to reassemble all my pieces Scheming for a new identity, reinventing all the seasons I used to reason with my demons, asking them to leave I used to cover up in blankets, I used to kick and scream I used to translate all my anger into twisted deeds But I found one must fight themselves to succeed

I seem to have lost the ability to romanticize Something bout my EMDR therapy catalyzed A broken, or possibly missing, thread of sensation Respirations, choking, am I dead of emotion? Momentary fright, regained composure swiftly I'm a smile composer, but should it be done so effortlessly?

I used to fret, both night and day Whether you approved of me, and knew that I would say "I apologize for the past, alas, I know it's un-forgiven” You're too kind to have kept low blow aspects hidden I've been sitting on a sorry for far too long, So here it is I know I used to lie to you a lot when we were kids

Demonstration of my lyric laceration maddens the faking Saddened by separation of the nation from their whack presentation Representation of the real people, where my hip-hop heads? Bumping Thought cause I ain't in it for cash or a bitch in my bed Several stitches, medical card got me my meds When the opportunity comes, I'll be talking at TED

Voodoo to the respiratory system, magic breath to rap Plasmic flow, rap's blood bro, foe to the lame hip-tip-tap Trap is the holiest house there is, hit and miss nothing at all Call me The Thought of tall-tales, dream-liver figure I ball Stall trying to respond, feeding you crumbs like a duck pond Yonder the blue sky when high, Yonkers got some true bond

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