[Verse 1: Chris The Lyricist]
Tend to Render all that Hinders me
Always Reminiscing fond memories
Mind hungered for nostalgic Assemblies
Loose leaf note book full of similes
These rhymes keep reminding me
Of how i use to be so blinded
To the fact that my backpack
Was oh so full of hope
I was taught and raised
That you should never sell dope
I was also raised
Not to talk like "dis"
I never fought with my fist
Unless it was absolutely needed
I would write lines
But always read between them
I never believed in a deity
So people suggest i was possessed by demons
But in fact my eyes Where always Gleaming
I think the definition is actually daydreaming
As if i thought i'd never see tomorrow
Never thought to see anyone else's pain and sorrow
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