Stop.

Looking within as the beat played in the background, when am FUCKED up, that’s the real me, all walls down.
Stop looking at me that way, you don’t know the torture in my mind, you don’t know the pain in my chest, I wear it like a vest,  am acing the test, am just rhythming because I feel am the best, am on a quest and am blessed.
Lean not on your own understanding.
Too focused and concentration is among a couple people in the national nation your birthed in, Africa’s best and this I confess.

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