Where all things, including reality ain't all what it seems
Fake friends that hang around, what do they want from me?
Swear when I leave this earth it'll be on both feet
Like I've said before, I live for my dreams
Held a deep secret, so there's no fear
And from me they won't flee
I am no one except 'I', a Man who is alone
'Who will cry for the little boy?'
Like Antwone Fisher in a cold tone
I will cry for him because sometimes I do...
His day of death is unknown, so i pray he lives it true
When I'm deceased, my writings will live on, my powerful legacy
Words uncovered for the world, a great 'Rose that grew from Concrete'
I've found a friend in God now, hopefully I'll be free
What person will keep me company, in this house of Broken Dreams?
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