Uno dos tres, seconds till I leave
By then, I’ve gotta a life to weave
I’m a host to a lost ghost
May lose it all, but I’m never lost
Mind’s not damaged, just cracked n’ high
Got no limits, I’m gonna shoot to the sky
I don’t pray nor fear the one above
He exists but do I really gotta bow
A voracious wolf among these men
Feel my vibe through the verse I pen
No handouts no favor, ever-hustling hard
Stepping up n’ building all from the ground
Vasan
Tech Enthusiast | Linguaphile | Idealist | Aspiring Content Strategist | Content Writer at Smartprix.com
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