trilly true

[FaZedONE]

a hillbilly fool, who's mind was a priceless tool, wasted in school, stuck in the system, despite all the dirt heaped on top he would glisten, talkin to himself cause no one would listen, took mental beatings on the way up, lesser mouths dissin, jealousy the prism of the prison, thought maybe if he kept faith he could make a decision, but his faith only furthered the schism, now the gap is deep and long and wide, like the grand canyon he had to see the other side, full of arrogance lust and pride, from all the wounds scarred over and denied, still sinning and learning lies, survival skills are disguise, for power lies in the eyes of the beholder, ignorant heathen toting a boulder, shouting out loud saying this is my burden, i am fight club i am tyler durden, i need to break this rock and get to servin, cause all my morals have long been swervin, and still the tests set forth were unnerving, but this man kept his cool knowin and deservin, nothing but the best, the seat and the crown, the connection between the heaven and the ground, the earth shakes as he steps in the path of a giant, not even six foot tall yet ever defiant, a rock that never breaks and isnt pliant, like set off in the rough a forgotten diamond, the deen of allah he keeps finding, but his stubborn ways lay him flat and grinding, cutting through glass and silicon reality, finding nothing but paths to more phallacy, wishing to leave possession and yet wanting a salary, to rival the networks streamin mickey and mallory, a slow learner, breaks his neck on head turners, devours females with one glance his heart in ether, a slow burner, a show stopper, ready to take down the beast, but does it lay in the north south west or east? knowing the lord has a feast, he might not meet until deceased.