Elijah Bray

Flawless People wonder where I’m at, and I just left high school. Never looked back but now I’m back. I went to the major city for a major. Came back like we major, with no hood mindset, but I’m enslaved by my own goals, sad to say I couldn’t pay for college with the knowledge of my own soul. My downfall makes me flawless. Please acknowledge the fact that I’m smart with the art to become the artist. However, I push even harder because I don’t have nine thousand to put forward, so my downfall pushes me to achieve with pain on the inside covered with greed. I’m hoping for hope and faith so I won’t have to relate to these other fools without the drive to succeed. But I repeat my downfall keeps me flawless. I got failure and hell at my tail and the drive to pull my family from the gutter. Even the others know I do this like no other. However, I respect my setbacks just because of the skin of my color. So my nana that’s white and my granddad that’s black can be glad to see me succeed by my flawless acts. I wish it was all an act, but this is the truth. We'll see in a few days, they say knowledge pays but that’s a lie too. Dang!! The fact that I’m alive means I’m flawless too, but you never know, because the next second isn’t even promised. But I promised to God, ill graduate school. The fact that I’m flawless is because of my consistent failure. Now I need a second chance to school these fools with the art of my flawless gestures. But is it flawless despite the stress, abortions, runaways, and depression, which I failed to mention? You tell me....