Same view now has become distorted commonplace living has now become a prison.
No authorities in my view, but yet controlling leaders in the white house dictates my every move.
Disjointed and fragmented behind closed doors desiring to be free no gate keepers or book keepers or regulations.
Desiring a relationship with the working class living without boundaries. Rising at breaking speed to the fortune 500 club dominating in businesses where dreams can be seen.
Dreams that have manifested from plotting, planning networking, and sleepless nights exercising a God given right to live out loud making money at a rapid rate.
Freedom earned from lessons learned from generations of legacy makers. Momma would recite religiously "keep a roof over your head!" The rhythm of that chant haunted me all of my life.
Taunts me in my sleep and mourning is ever present. Emotional breakdown within my soul darkness and cobwebs reflects an empty abandoned house. Looks good on the exterior by interior is desolate.
Driven is what they called me not knowing later on in life I would relinquish full custody signing up for a branch of service that strips this thing called vision.
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