How I Got Here.

As if i could've mastered the masterpiece, as if I've had a last release prior

Not so, created crossroads and magnetized

now all i need is a map, glass stones, and an amplifier

I'd pic the mic up but I'm not made of the right stuff

To be on TV and get past the Wire's

Learned in school from my peers

that with fear there is above, something much higher

Had wings but used the wax to get enlightened

now drowning, ironic that the light is that... much whiter.

The End

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