Endless facades for those who can't see past labels on your clothes.
I'm not fake, I'm guarded. Engaged in conversation, seemingly, blah
blah blah, your words carry no weight. I'm Carefree, I sip slow in a
controlled environment, its self-preservation, trust me you gets it
first. The main feature, my thoughts; words never spoken. Spoken word
chose with purpose until shots of tripled distilled at happy hour. I
am not a transformer, don't expect change. Take me as I am. Feelings
of entitlement knowing my worth. The Missing piece to my puzzle;
emotions, do they sell em? Visually perfect, I'm someones blessing.
Cool calm, collected, worry, you keep. God hear my cries this is my
confession; my swag been killing plus my sex is a weapon. The naked
truth recited with courage and no shame. I Stand like a man, mistakes
made I claim the blame. In my own lane frowned upon, your time is
wasted judging perfection. Keeping a low profile is really preferred,
I'm real as it gets, my presence in high demand. A work in progress
my journey has just begun. God is not through with me yet.
RicoDaPoet
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The Naked TruthEndless facades for those who can't see past labels on your clothes. I'm not fake, I'm guarded. Engaged in conversation, seemingly, blah blah blah, your words carry no weight. I'm Carefree, I sip slow in a controlled environment, its self-preservation, trust me you gets it first. The main feature, my thoughts; words never spoken. Spoken word chose with purpose until shots of tripled distilled at happy hour. I am not a transformer, don't expect change. Take me as I am. Feelings of entitlement knowing my worth. The Missing piece to my puzzle; emotions, do they sell em? Visually perfect, I'm someones blessing. Cool calm, collected, worry, you keep. God hear my cries this is my confession; my swag been killing plus my sex is a weapon. The naked truth recited with courage and no shame. I Stand like a man, mistakes made I claim the blame. In my own lane frowned upon, your time is wasted judging perfection. Keeping a low profile is really preferred, I'm real as it gets, my pr...  |