What’s it like Walking in those shoes. Heavy the head wearing the crown Let’s sing the blues.

A modern day Mystic A girl ahead of her time My friend was going places But only in her mind She’s been locked inside her head

While they were busy scheming We have all been dreaming of ways to make this work. Phone a friend Close to the end

The bigger they are The harder they fall. Doesn’t just apply To the ones big and tall. This is for those

The way my mind rhymes You’d think I was a rapper. However in another time I was known as the clap-backer. Quick with my wit

Waves of black Defenses attack. And I feel– I’m better off alone. Situations stark Release in the dark.

Who do you talk to when there’s no… Crying for help but they all stop… Trained minds becoming more painfu… There’s more to this life than the… Wake up now, why can’t they see?

Doubted development. Deprived days deemed dire. Damp. Desol… Dithered diversity divides dwellin… Darkness dauntily duping dyna…

Unlocking the messages in the sign… Riddles that still come in rhymes. Slowing the beat of the mind. Gifts a key in just the right time… To decipher the messages just righ…

If I said I disliked words Would you try to understand? Just like you dislike numbers Maybe that’s the master plan. But I’m consigned to write

Let me tell you the story of a bo… Thought himself wise and my heart… Had a great idea Planned his attack. What he didn’t know;