Glimpse of Glory

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its the morning after
no mourning those
bastards that plastered
my kind
so my rhymes could
exist
sacrifice over time
grime grit and
savage bullshit
im a master of it all

your mind is too small
to crawl out that hole
your soul too simple
as i unwrinkle the ripples
in the middle of the universe
and disperse your ashes
in the back of the hertz
first before it crashes

imagine the tragic damage
done for my sake
step to
it's your wake
awakened from what
was taken
shaken and not stirred
the lines between seen and invisible
blurred
it never occurred to them
that i'm borne of glory

...that's just a glimpse
of my story

chay 2009