I wrote a verse for voiceless
Verse in a certain type of voice void curses
Worse than a "certainly" for jerks no purpose
I move to the first from the annoyed third person
I am no longer he isn't gonna take it
I can no longer he isn't gonna make it
I made this i am running outta patience
Running in his Asics returning to the basics
Patience is a virtue virtuous a virtuoso
Ain't a moment longer i can take the so-so
So paint a Monet or refrain from feigning flows
Those others painting visions for him
Isn't even close so
-recorded the border of each thought
Shaded in the shading in the corners of each box
Each jotted on a page, re-ordered and re-allotted
Re-a**igned his each thought outside of the box
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I am a human a human a man
I am a human with heart and hands
I am a person a person like you
I am no better or worse than you
Wrote sixteen more for the listening
Broke but pristine- wrote it from instinct
This thing isn't what it seems when you're sixteen
Or seventeen- vantage point is everything life is heavenly
I am no longer afraid eyes open
I am no longer a slave to the hopeless
I can walk alone the narrow way
When other ways are paved and wide open
Save self eyes open
Days are long but stay to cope with it
I am now awake mind's open like an exhibit
Everything i wrote when my lids were closed still goes
Recall the past or you're doomed to re-live it
I am just a man i am an artist
I am Sam i am a beating heart
Just landed in this land a man who's sharing art with
Hands writing words for work trying my hardest
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