Self praise may work but I aint looking for that
Constantly in search of that which proves my worth
You see I like to think of myself as somewhat deep
But the pressure that surmounts me makes me trip
I can't constantly keep up with your perceptions of me
So I think its time to define who I seem to be
Am searching for this image that's seconds away from my grasp
But instead I gather superficiality in my clasp
Why is everyone so wrong in their definition?
And why does everyone have to have an explanation?
See, it puzzles me how there has to be a right
When my answer is equally tight
Disclaimer: The above mentioned do not reflect the views of the author
So what does it reflect, the views of your non existent brother
I have but only one thing to say
Judge me not lest with your life you shall pay
For the sins of your mind
And the indiscretions of your tongue
Shall become the scratch in my pride
And the venom in my fangs
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