I’m on this track cause I don’t like missing shit

I’m on this track cause I don’t like missing shit So I lean over let it hang that’s what i piss with Spit the bars I got gift with I ain’t Santa so don’t give me your wish list You might think beat mediocre I put in these words together they choking you They might just provoke you stand up hope you do Then persue a life that’s new. See how you grew life no longer askewed You finally escaped the pain you accrewed you could never allude such a shifty mood But I’m here to inlighten cause I’m just that dude This like the shaprano’s I love this piano I’d take it home if would fit in my band-doe I’m smoother then Tony Randle Or is that dawn and Orlando Maybe I should have added a banjo But that would have foreshadowed So I left it how is cause that gets the bank note And make sure your dranks full Cause your about to be thankful I’m giving a sample of how to be tranquil. The ME in WE I’m a puzzle piece, chipped but bold, Fitting where the edges hold. A thread torn loose in a fraying seam, Pulled back tight to sew the dream. I’m a solo note in a rusty band, Trying to sync with a shaking hand. A river clogged with mud and stone, Flowing to seas I’ve never known. I’m a lone brick, cracked and bare, Stacked in walls built from despair. A single flame in a cold, dark fight, Flaring to join the blaze of night. I’m one page in a book, torn and worn, Yet part of the story the world has scorned. A color smeared on a battered slate, Blending with hues to recreate. I’m one beat in the street’s rough song, Grinding to keep the rhythm strong. The ME in WE is hard to find, But grit forges bonds that hold the line.