Light rays pierce through cascades
Lamp shades hinder artificial rays
I fux with few
Who are you
to aspire to be great
My heritage is perplexing
I think it’s wrong to call myself
Navigating over waters never still
I’m still painting and my fam on chill
If you waiting for my downfall
That’s where I started
Made my way through
The Lukewarm and hot garbage
To empty fields of shades of gray
No sacrifices to character
Those are mistakes of an amateurs
Still no handle
Still flame as candle
While you still on the mantle.
A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.
“Pedigree” Is A Poetic Thought by: Ronald Thompson © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.
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