Freedom lies in my ability to conceptualize
Armed with weapon of sentences…I am feared
Such power propelled me beyond your projected limitations
Standing outside your walls of prison-
Dreams breathe air of reality.
My skin grabs your attention
But the blast from my canon left you trembling.
By: Andre' Pinnock
Apr/10/12
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
Freedom lies in my ability to conceptualize
Armed with weapon of sentences…I am feared
Such power propelled me beyond your projected limitations
Standing outside your walls of prison-
Dreams breathe air of reality.
My skin grabs your attention
But the blast from my canon left you trembling.
By: Andre' Pinnock
Apr/10/12
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