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Pedigree

“Pedigree”

 

Light rays pierce through cascades

Lamp shades hinder artificial rays

Dismayed

Short stays

‎I fux with few

Who are you

to aspire to be great

My complexion

My heritage is perplexing

To most

I think it’s wrong to call myself

G.O.A.T.

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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