I yearn to get back something lost

But I’ll lie and say its crossed

I’ll lead the uninformed reader astray

So in truth, sympathy won’t pay

I lost some of my swagg

Or should I say i’m scared of meeting the gun’s mag

So envision how I carry myself as a watch

Slipped of the wrist, recognition had me shocked

But slowly and slowly, swave is regained

As I add equally-- if not more, meanings to my name

Value is greater than meets the eye

Self-worthiness, beliefs, and personal facts can’t be surmised

Leave it to those that have the openness of minds

Only they can uncover my reality

Their investigations, lead to what questions find

Only makes sense to those who understand tragedy