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Feb 2017
Start of as a child
dreams of flying high , super powers , runnin wild
Some ul hold you close while the others do you vile
or try ;
I wondered why my peace had to die
advance ;
My first love had me in a trance
took advantage of my lack of knowledge in the dance
Its cool ;
before i played i should have learned the rules
Fooled by material in earthly realms i drooled..

Still convoluted by material things
i wanted money **** the women they had watered my wings..
Growing older i got colder cuz my brothers were foul
elder told me keep on going never throw in the towel...
I had forgot ;
wildly missed the plot
Results of a recluse who never took another shot ;
at life
I watched my brothers overcome their strife
congratulate from far while eating fruit that wasn't ripe..
Debilitate myself inside my shoddy shelter walls  
never showed my face whenever village elder called..
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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