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letra de false or true - 7x3=21

false starts, i choose the fairway like golf carts
with all sorts of rhymes in my head, it’s all art
official with a stamp of approval and hallmark
i’m not trying to shoot for the stars then fall hard
to be frank, ain’t trying to go diamond like ballparks
but still trying to grab a few ears, small starts
here’s a lil sumpin for those with a keen ear
like king lear, lost love known to bring tears
or rage, but now i’m in a passionate state
praise, plan to stay that way till my casket’s encased
grave, engraved with my finest quote chose from my last days
preferably sometime personal with poetic phrase
set to phase, a stun gun, shaking up airwaves
minus the shock value, guess it comes with the grays
aging with grace, make amazing mistakes
still, i bake my own cakes, then start feeding my face
raising the stakes, raisins or dates?
agents or mates?, cages or grates? phases or states?
all so close, yet still far apart
and you can’t always tell the difference from the start
intimate art, i bare every part of my heart
don’t know how to stand still, life imitate shark
i dwell in the dark, searching like lewis and clark
and, then add a new chapter to my life story arc
hook: testify…

false conclusion, maybe it’s all an illusion
a full-bred square peg, on the ball of confusion
the truth’s a lie, at least five tenths the time
i’m being generous in interest of trying to enshrine
some magic moments since tainted, a shame ain’t, i can’t explain it
it’s like a speak foreign language, and can’t change it
tried in vain, the vein? ain’t really trying to drain it
that thought’s heinous, but we can only take so much anguish
at times, even to myself i felt a stranger
i dodged danger, including my own hands, from anger
a cliffhanger, but followed the steps of ms g-ynor
then lived long enough to learn pain’s the remainder
it never fades, sometimes it wanes in old age
i write my best days, a message like o’jays
i feign i’m ok, i play the whole game
no blame, no sense putting flame to propane
leading to no gain, losing the one thing
said to set the scales, finally balance the beam
i stare at a screen, trying to figure out what it means
i mean anything, reality is split at the seams
and everyday we gotta navigate scams and schemes
i try to believe, i’ll receive some sort of reprieve
and if my vision stays clear, then i’m bound to achieve

- 7x321

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