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D is for driving down a winding road wondering
whY am I all alone on my own and when shall I
Leap back to the top of the throne – Or
Am I destined for a life backwards to the depths from the heavens flying like an
iNsect, I reflect – where do I come from – how will this storybook end – bound by the mind of my own
Stop signs All red in my review mirror illuminating the ruins – enlightening the scholars of Rome
I’m sinking – I’m thinking – I’m doing – I’m cruising – it’s blooming – it’s growing

Excuse me Sur – name
Am I living up to your standards man
Is this where you wanted to go?
Sorry if my river doesn’t flow past – I waver in and out – of giving a damn

Excuse me Sur – name
Am I living up to your standards man
Is this where you wanted to go?
Sorry if my river doesn’t flow past – I waver in and out – of giving a damn
I’ll drip here and there between the concrete as a tear
And at the end I like what I see in the mirror

Excuse me Sur – name
I write poetry but I won’t slam
I have high hopes but I won’t butt heads with other rams
I’m so turkey I’m not eating the green dollars & ham
A dozen of liars so jerky – selling a scam
Hand over heart I’ll bridge the gap between finish and start
Wolves, pigs and lambs rise to the top – all in one tram
We’re all the future – I’m part of tomorrow
A seed that you water
All of your knowledge I borrow
I have dreams of a team – I’m not a baller
Or a Pharaoh to be buried beneath a pyramid in Cairo
And I know the world has sorrow – not even Gilbert Stuart can paint away
It’d take millions of Telemarketers
I know you see it’s me on the I.D. with my surname the caller
Reaching out to see if your support reaches down to the D-League
Everyone deserves a chance – to be free
So I choose to be a steed instead of driven by your greed
Excuse me Sur – name
I’m sorry I didn’t make anything of you
Or my mother’s Maiden name
I’m sorry man – I’m sorry ma’am
That I’m not legendary
I’ll look back and say I took some big steps
While your heroes lavished and slept
To you I made it to nothing – to them I was something
Universally relative – A homerun is whiff, a slam dunk is brick
And I made it where I wanted – drip after drip

Excuse me Sur – name
Am I living up to your standards man
Is this where you wanted to go?
Sorry if my river doesn’t flow past – I waver in and out – of giving a damn

Excuse me Sur – name
Am I living up to your standards man
Is this where you wanted to go?
Sorry if my river doesn’t flow past – I waver in and out – of giving a damn
I’ll drip here and there between the concrete as a tear
And at the end I like what I see in the mirror

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