Illusions.
Location
The only thing that seems
to hold me back at times
is syntax in my sentences,
and error in my rhymes
I fear the judging eyes of others
the rhidicule of mothers
the cloudy void surrounds and smothers
what I really want to show my brothers
the true me, truebueno
who got the compettition 10-0
who'd rock a mic' without a fight
if he could get up with the get go
or maybe just could let go
the fears of my peers dissappear with an elbow
'cross the face of all my problems that I don't address with logic
taking brutal force too chronic like there's not an on and off switch
and I'd shake my head, clear my mind,
step outside and then I'd find the
rhidicule from which I hide
was nowhere else but deep inside
a fusion of the insecure
boy who met with demons times before
and never realized that judging eyes
were nothing but pollution
confusions, nothing more than
Illusions.