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By: Kyle Rettig
It's better to ask forgiveness than to ask permission when it came to my vision.
And how I described it with pen to point precision.
As a child, I avoided street collisions with no parental supervision
All thanks to my intuition.
All I had was hope, wasn't into wishing.
Project housing wasn't what I envisioned.
Life changing decisions has my son growing up in quarter million dollar subdivisions.
The feeling you get when you see your plan manifest,
Best expressed when the ones who turned their back on you has that pill to digest.
Still got beef I have yet to address, due to the fact that I was unimpressed.
Can't recollect on the last time I reflected on my current progress.
Too busy living in the moment.
Nevertheless, double S stitching in my head rest symbolizes how I've transgressed,
Even though most don't condone it.
Or is it the affects of the night life I once neglected
That further validated my social disconnect?
In retrospect, it's easy to say different
And hindsight is 20/20, which makes all the difference.
Kept my dreams under wraps, just to protect my image
I so called portrayed.
Transitioned from fitting in to standing out.
Untold tricks of the trade.
Unafraid of being betrayed, when jealously is often displayed
Through the cracks in the shade conveyed
By the ones who persuade me in to believing they're genuine.
Then again, if staying true to yourself
Means you got to stay to yourself
We're all bound to fall, if there's no unity left.
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