Breaking away the chains that leave me soft spoken
Envying those voices who explode with their opinions
Wild perceptions on what this life is really made of
We become slaves to our generation with worries of what the next man has
And how fast we can compete
Losing battles that we never tried to pursue because the fear of defeat
Playing Russian Roulette with our own misery
It’s something like suicide

Copyright 2013 Ta’Mesha Smith


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