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I have searched 

And I have found

Pound after pound

Rap after rap 

I knock on the door

I pound on it 

Will it budge

Not a move

Not a touch

Put up a fight 

Do what you think is right 

But lord knows when you see that light

Will you be ready?

Till my dying day I stay ill prepared 

Swear to it now,

I finna die for it-

from now till forever 

Clever tremors say imma die where I stand

But My man say I'm be here till the end

Till the end

I flow, my words echo 

Sweat drippin I know, but I'm bound 

By these chains up in the sky 

Not ready for the reel not catchin the bait

Forever I will wait, till he takes my fate

How long is a span

What does it entail 

Giraffes don't know that they'll die

But they feel it at the end 

Till the day I'm in that box 

I stay tight, my lips pursed and cross

Exhale and inhale all while I floss 

I'm the boss, I tell her

Hands bound with leather

Eyes locked on

Hit me like a tether 

Ball, I will fall 

Into you

And soon,

unto you 

For the world works in mysteries ways

And my eyes are often covered with a glaze

A haze that says

Hey!

i haven't slept for days

To be truthful, well is unwell

And all is a facade

The walls come crashing down 

But not all is free, not all is liberated

A child stays hiding, hoping for it to end

And there I stand, for years and years 

Yearning to look,

Yet unable to handle the results 

And so the wall remains

But not all is sane