the eyes

a carbon copy of God is right here off of your present I normally get discarded for shaking something in your spirit the conversation is in my essence I'm pretty sure that you can hear it you make a lot of grown man moves but inside I see a kid in you images of a father in your eyes so you always dream bigger they use always tell me stop trying to be grown back then I didn't but i didnt listen born in the Hornets as an adolescent told to be a man seeing a facade wasn't in his plans the Creator all high kept me in his hands the windows that we look through manifesting nothing more then true we was given every reason to live with a promise and the trauma that we have been through the dark knights of soul without having a soul to ever going vent to when standing into a mirror whats stares back starts to convince you either are or your not you see the plan and see the plot living outside yourself only shows what it is You don't have