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Its Glass…


Its Glass
Can’t see it
But can feel it
The limits
The restrictions
And the rejections.
Can’t stop now
Too late to turn back now
Too far gone
And don’t want a life of regrets.

Its Glass
It talks and writes
Sometimes it says NO
Most times it is……silence
But the silence hurts more
Makes me Brain fuzzy
And Heart broken
But still I rise
Can’t stop now
Got a life to live

Its Glass
And its a wall
Sooner than later its coming down
It can’t break me
Like Hulk, Me smash
Not sure the pressure point
So I am squeezing and smashing all points
Something got to give
Don’t know how
But I know why
I’m born Great

Its Glass
Ready or not
I’m breaking through.

(C) King Olulu, not from Zulu.
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