The Duel Inside
Everyday he wakes up, thankful for what he has
But then prays for time to stop right there.
To catch a break from frequent mistakes,
some course corrections somewhere.
Mending errors, never felt this hard.
Maybe this time, karma was his to bear.
Taking shit, not giving back enough.
Struggle is real, now not so tough, huh!
Growing up hits different right?
Forever torn between Fight or Flight.
Doing the same thing all day, in and out,
punching fears in the face.
Giving it all, almost, roundabout.
Staying humble, keeping it grounded.
Beaten, bruised, abused and pounded.
Is he living alone or left alone?
Escaping conversations, staying in the zone.
Got hurt today, he blamed bad karma.
Gave some credit to a childhood trauma.
Always the one with all the excuses.
Can’t explain thyself? Bravo! Touché!
Quit this hopping from place to place.
Stay here, take your time, enjoy some space.
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Used by the ones you approached for help.
Looking for appreciation, in the marshes of kelp.
Yeah sure you are, look it’s complicated.
Cloudy judgments, perceptions, he’s intoxicated.
In the valley of death, he marches and moves.
Looking in hindsight, what’s he really got to loose.
Still, knowing very well, this will be his end,
he held his head high, banked at the last bend.
Saw the Goliath of an enemy right ahead.
His monsters stare, but he can’t care less.
On a collision course, afraid to lose sight.
Proving again, his Freedom was priceless.
This is a war, even if he’s lost one battle,
he’ll go for the win, let the thrones topple.
Limitations vanish, as he goes full throttle
Fiercely brawlin with the gun shell Apostle.
The shitty cards he was dealt from the pack,
were clouding his mind like crystals of crack.
Realizing now, who was the real enemy.
Fighting self hate, heartbreak even Destiny.
His heart still beats, battered to the bone though.
Fighting not to make a name, nor for the dough, Yo.
Dropped to his knee, got back up to survive
Shortsighted but Brave, battles till his graces die.
There he lied, with honor, this mortal hog.
In the infinite scheme of things, merely a cog.
So what was different this time? well,
“Even if he didn’t had a dog in the fight
they never got rid of the fight in the dog.”
