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Between being myself and wanting love from society
I drown in the darkness of my room silently
Writing things I rather not bitch about openly
Hope in me is broken easily and requires constant restoring
Between J. Cole's and Kendrick's music
And a passion for healing with poetry
I run dry my spit glands spitting a flow of dreams
Grow belief in my ability to flow relief
For those who seek edges
Whether it's concrete or stainless
Life is a nightmare and death is the only way to awaken
Between fire and suicide aiming for the sky
Even in rain
The strong goes to war always leaving in pain
So I'm aware of my due amount of suffering
I'm not here to show you who I'm tougher than
I'm here because my dreams are on the other end
This is the way to ascend
I will rise above
The caskets
The bullets
All negative bullshit
So they can have a mirror they proudly look in
Know they're not alone because some kid from Brooklyn
Is going through the same trials and tribulations with them
So whenever they look in that mirror
They see my spirit in them
That mirror being my story
Inspired by people like them
Inspired by myself
I will jump off the edge
But not to my death
To fly.