So infatuated with the swag
You forget the thing called respect
With all the arguing, fighting, and lack of truth
You begin to trust no one
Not even yourself
What a SAD disadvantage
Misused by what you thought was the best
Now you see rainbows over the moon
Acknowledgement of the truth
Lays within you
But you will never
Notice the endless possibility of a dream coming true
To infatuated with the swag
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