Ever feel like this? ..Like your efforts are useless? Strangers
invading your moments all to confuse your timeline with unnecessary
deadends. I ran the streets.. Barefoot... Stepped on broken glass
bottles and walked on water. Thats right. Rediculed in the school
of long walks where hard knocks become open doors to opportunities
soon to be what ruined me. A promise to be.... God. Where religion
was an invention of the dope dealer. I never cried... So that these
strangers would remain as they were. As strange as I. They say dont
judge a book by its cover, so if all you read is the title, then
the book is a curiousity to ones philosophy on how they can
possibly be on to me when in fact they stay off of me. I dont know
you, stay the fuck from round me because I walk barefoot in the
streets where broken glass tickles my feet. Constantly... Running.
Love me for what you dont know. Hate me because you dont know.
Either way, you dont know, and thats better than knowing me and
having a righteous judgement as if YOU..were God. Nah bitch.. I am
God. I can walk on water. Throw your stones at me, beat me
mercilously, but watch as I walk on water.
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