I’ve got somewhere to be
But the price of freedom just isn’t free
And everyday is a new scar
I was always told I wouldn’t get far
I got a middle finger up
And it’s joined by the pointer and a cup
Peace
Searching for my piece
A wild synapsis mind
Refusing to be defined
These thoughts aren’t up for lease
A mind you cannot cease
And I don’t know yet where
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