Nothing Is What It Seems
I’m always on the road, tracing my steps.
Paving the way so the young ones can have it next.
Mixed emotions, scars open, bleeding the remedy.
My growth mirrors the healing to the kin of me, I’m the missing energy.
I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
So much on my back has me thinking what would Jesus do.
I stayed down, didn’t want to kill the mood.
I had so much going on I stalled didn’t know what to choose.
This is all apart of the plan though.
Over ten years in the making.
I had this in writing when the next generation was just babies, it’s crazy.
Seeing the birth of a legacy, we are all witnesses.
I’ve been at it since I was a baby.
Never lazy, stood firm on my penmanship.
Now I’m writing to the future of my dreams.
Came to the realization that nothing is what it seems…
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