Zorro

Trying To Conquer My Anxiety

But Can't Even Manifest Destiny

For The Tentative Remedys,

Like What Melody Was Beautiful

When Felonies Was Apart

Of My Familys Schedule

The Residual of Visuals

That Provided Miniscule Comfort

I Told Myself This Was

Gonna Be A Cold Summer

With Bold Wonders Of Golden Starters,

The Farther

I Drive The Feeling

I Might Break Down

And Can't Affoard

Gas In This Ride?

If I Could Match Vibes

Or Even Match The Rhymes

I Used To Spit,

They Never Provided Love For The Eulogist

Who Tries To Subdue All Foolishness

, Even If He Has No Way

Of Getting Over It,

The Mold And Frame

Was Sold Into Shame

If I Could Just Figure Out

This Pathway, Would I Actually

Travel Towards Parts

Unknown Or Find Myself

Stuck Back On That Same Road?

The Luck Withdrawn

I Find Myself Isolated

And I'm Dying To Say It,

The Trying And Trying

Was Never Tide Abiding,

Find Whats Lying

With Signs I'm Denying

The Times Where Surviving

Was Thriving My Inner Ego

Wait Is My Depression

Actually Hiding Or Is It Even Subsiding

Here I Am Stuck In This

Trench With Blood And Sweat

Indrenched With No

Ment-ion Of The Victories Won

If Losses Were Truly Lost,

Then How Did I Grow Acost-tummed

To Finding My Way

No Matter How This Goes,

What Soul

Was Given To Me

That For Slivers Of Peace

He Would Deliver His Death

For The Shivers You Breathe

But That's Just Me

I Can't Seem To Shake

The Fee-ling Of Meaning More

I Fiend For Respect

From The Moment I Was Born

I Was Torn Between, Great Self Esteem And Poetry

That Makes Me Feel Redeemed, Gritting My Teeth

As The Wounds Hitting Deep, This Wasn't Cheap!

More Expensive As I Could Lose My Prized Poesssion,

We Don't Need More Lies In Ascrewed Elections

We Don't Need Tax's Withold From Records

Too Poltical I Know But Even I Should

Spread My Opinion

For Omitting Wouldn't Be Fitting As

All I Wanna Do Is Uplift My Own Dominion

I'm Heading Towards This Rabbit Hole

That Over Took Alice, Now I'm Stuck

Figuring Out This Labrynth,

Hold On I'M Losing Grip

As My Hand Slips, Falling Backwards

Into This Void, And Now Its Devoid Of Hope And Noise

Boys Will Be Boys But This Turned Me Into A Man

Who Understands That The Suffering

Of Earth Was Never Deserved

War On Drugs? Money Was Your Drug Of Choice!

And You Continue To Voice The Poison- That

Infects Humanity With Hatred And Bigotry,

You Are Not A Real Man Quit Lying to Me

For Dying Today And Hope Tomorrow

Fuck I Would Be Stuck In This Enshroudful Sorrow

As Long As One Day A Hero Comes Like Zorro

And Paints The Mural Like Alfaro

That Time Shouldn't Be Borrowed It Should Be Beset

And I Hope You Got The Rest Worthy Of Sacred Texts

But From My Point Of View, You Already Lost Connect

Unique Down To The Atom Cores, Truly You Have Been Warned

As This Won't Lead Anywhere But Violent Storms

Remember The Sirens At The Age of Four?

Trauma Has Been Useful For Wanting To

Grind More THen Glucose

But Who Know's, If I Didn't Go Through

What I Went Through,

And If I Got What I Want, Then Would This Still Be The Thing I Choose?