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I had a dream, you see
Of a younger me, a teen
He was a little naive
But he revealed to me

That he was meant to be
more than the man he'd seen
Through the looking glass
When he looked upon me

He took a class you see
It was his dream to be
A painter of the words
trapped in his memories

And I pondered the path
Lost in the aftermath
This vision of the past
And I tried to react

I grabbed the rack
With the pens and that
was enough to blast
me to a point in the past

I attacked this rap
With intensity and snatched
All the thoughts in the back
of my brain I'd hatched

Over years of fears
Held dear and in tears
I began to hear
All the voices so clear

It was near to here
I broke through the veneer
Of the peers I hear
When I speak the sincere

It was clear, my dear
That I'd never be cheered
For the rhymes I speak
Although the beats are clear

So I said goodbye
To the me that once died
In the eyes of my mind
I thought he'd be just fine

I always towed the line
Between pain and dying
I'm just a fucked up mess
With a rhyme inside

It was a beautiful time
Between just me and mine
Now deep inside I find
An empty hole to die