Here is the fabled true story of a man,
livin' his life without care but for his friends,
and the world he lives in is just black and white,
without any greys between them, like a greyhound taking stride,
he takes challenges in life like he took on fights,
kickin' their asses down, showing them his might,
although small bodied, but his heart is gold,
but one thing that makes him different, his soul is cold,
as cold as ice, when you touch him, you'll freeze,
everybody gets away from him, trying to breathe,
his aura fills the room, like clogged air,
and his eyes is full of sadness and despair,
his in disrepair, but no worries,
he still has life in between his homies,
with this he runs his town,
he puts his fist down hard like a G6 touchin' down,
everything he says, its a must do,
if not, boom, here comes words like the wind blew,
with words so hard its hard to see why,
in this world why god ain't given him wing to fly,
well, not right now, but soon he will be,
flying like a falcon and the world will now see,
him as god intended to,
like the Jedi in Star Wars, Mace Windu.
This is not a full stop to his story yet,
but just another chapter put to bed,
but wait until its finale,
then you'll see how great he will be.
Peace.
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