Broken Records

Same old stories
Broken records
And the timepiece is a lecture
Tryna consume all the art
To create my own imperfections
I took all of the information
Intersected them
And created a confirmation
Of another bias
But it wasn't creation
It was destruction
Masked as
An alliance
Between myself and something
That I created
While I was
Lying

And I got some backpacks
Full of notebooks
Everything written in them
Is a chokehold
On me
And my identity

It's easy to forget who you are
When you run off into the deep end
With no safety gear
But you see yourself crawl out the cave
With your flashlight on
And your head held up high
Knowing that you just made it out
Alive



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Siby
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