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I wrote this one in the wee hours of morning

Mourning over a female I used to treat but had scorned me her behavior changed

I'm on the move taking spaceships to the moon and I shape shift

At dusk, pardon me if I'm late to spit I'm making shifts

They want me complacent that's not meant for me

I'm more the type that murder careers and sneer inwardly

These symphonies is brilliancy I simply lack empathy for rappers who pretend to be trappers flipping bricks with ease

And really they cowards inside they get devoured

In April I felt the showers now May absent of flowers

Erasing rhymes with a scowl

Forces more than my power, head lice reveal my hours lost empowered off of scouring websites

But the meaning of life, realizing I'm dreaming alright

I might be a demon but really aren't we all heathens

Moonlight gives way to sun and day embraces the pain of cold nights

And fills the leaves that make the paper that's a day my soul

I take control and take it farther than cars, clothes, hoes, and baking soda

The crowd offers no satisfaction I'm passive as if passing glances frozen when I'm posing for pictures

We posed' to be bigger, I hope this is the soul in you nigga

Beacon