Open Window
Broken Busted glass radius
On my gps what directions I
trust
Speak on the equator
Yeah you’ll see me later
Thought I was a game
Called me 1 player
Looking deep into the aviation
For my relation
Asked about myself to understand
my education
No need to shut out
Everything I’m about
Because king is something you
know
Not something you proclaim
Only call yourself by another
name
I’m a legendary leader to a new
league
With logical lyrics to leave
them livid
Leveling off liquid that
produces greed
Not mad because I ask, I question,
I toss out my goals
Asking Janet about my style in
case I lose control
Shifted on many ills
Of a king who feast while
pothers lack meals
On the lines of the equator
claimed you’ve been blessed
Flying quickly to the east
spinning outta control on the west
No need to battle me
Open the windows to my soul
In my state of being you have my
poetry!
Or Do you?
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