"Born For This"
They say a new generation is born to win
Within an era of prevailing spells of being born in sin
You wanting me to walk in your shoes while my clothes are worn in thin
But I have my own style through the trials throughout the storm to bend
Ghetto koolaid and ramen noodles is what my dorm contend
Along with incense while aromas of the smoky swarm extend
While thinking "give my all" may thoughts of falling off in harm descend
Who can I trust in this game? Give cold shoulders or warmest trends
Now me and poetry connect the grind with shine of logic stones
Will never "see an end" (CNN) to our "channelled" love of symbolic zones
We'll get it "in, b, see" (NBC) all our "dates lined" through profits owned
While many claim their time's the last of real, I'm scoping optic clones
While random wolves in sheep's clothing is hoping for my downfall
"Keeping my eyes on my enemies" the active sound
While guilty of lyrical sin indeed and being warned of this
With inner flame I claim up in the game and feel I'm born for this
2018 - Kris Smith
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