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I am the begger you never have change for,

I am the bitch you cannot stand,

I am the nigga you avoid in the street.

I am strangled by my corressponding helix,

I am nothing like you.

I am the defining moment beneath truth, and lie

Remembered and forgotten within rythm and skin.

I am honesty twirled with each finger, in different realms.

I am. I am that nigga. That nigga who never succeeds.

I am, crossing arms against chest and chance

falling back into the abyss of reality

denied too long.

I am waiting, to be caught

by hypocritical fingers, empty promise

and false pretence, much worse than my own.

I am not the self proclaimed humantiarian, preaching

high from their soapbox, while

wiping drool with gucci cloth.

I am not that dream within realities exposed,

contained behind glass to showcase weakness and denial.

I AM, that bitch you cannot stand.

The nigga you, so often hate.

The begger, for whom you never have change.

I am.

I am the manipulator, the prude, the scultpor of

yesterday, today and every indescretion in between.

I am that asshole, dying deaths that belong to someone else.

I am the discarded remnants in your empty glass.

The roach climbing wall

The hunter, hunted.

I am recognition that you can screw nine ways to heaven until inertia dwindles your companions through time.

A rosebush has thorns to keep people like you out
(and what a fucking lie that was)

I am NOT who crawled into your bed.

I am NOT the whore who spread her legs.

I am the truth beneath lies and actions.

I am the defining moment of pure consequence.

I am not done.

I am done.

I am that nigga on the street.

I am that bitch, you cannot stand.

I am, strangled by my corressponding helix,

I am nothing like, you.

Damn straight, I am.

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