When you say I'm strong I’m sorry I laugh <br />Coz I’m a man made out of glass and all I ask <br />Is for my past to not to define my future <br />Like it has my present, getting visions to loot ya <br />And when you talk I mute ya coz I see your a puppet with strings <br />In need of a producer and a director too shoot ya <br />But I’m not in need of either coz I see the worlds on fire <br />And it’s all down to you liars who pushed higher and higher <br />Gambling our money might as well have tossed it in the fire pit <br />Coz I’m tired shit, all I ever wanted was peace and a zoot to hit <br />But the past has a way of catching up on me and it will do it to you too <br />If you let it get too deep inside you it will dictate and consume you <br />But I’ve stopped letting it define me so from now on I can’t loose <br />Coz what else could I choose? The path too my past and my self destruction <br />Or the path too my mind, body and soul’s goal of reconstruction<br /><br />Kaspa Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-reconstruction/
