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