My hearts not on my sleeve
Its in my chest pumpin
The breeze
Windmills sparks dumpin
Energy to recharge
My batteries
Thoughts wondering like a sarge
Calmed wars are at large
Palmes full of sores
Castle walls barged for my boars
I salute at attention
With polluted intentions
Sand bagging bricks
Thoughts tucked for tricks
Out loud is how i think
My mind and Jesus are insync
Forgive me Lord for the sins
That run my consequences thin
My third eye is a Cyclops
Views of a bird in the sky
Counting crops
One eye splits into three's
With angling parefials
Even blinded i can see
And they say i wear
My heart on my sleeves
With a glare i stare so be aware
Set from the start i move with ease
With a gimp in my limp
I must succeed
Money is what i pimp
Hows that for sleeves
©mobombs
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