THE HEART BEAT OF A SLEEPING GIANT.

In me is a little boy in chains behind a cool dark wall of pain full of solitude (James Burn) and I guess there it would ever be, I've seen mentality corrupt and game of deception uphold.

In my mind is an aggressive little boy with a flag of frustration questioning every happenings.

That's exactly the kind of feeling people like me bear in mind.

In me is a little boy sweep by the huzz of loneliness with a clairvoyant knowledge of things are not always what they seems to be and knowing well enough that beautiful words do come from men of corrupt mentality. #Ayoolajr

In me is a little boy with shackles of stagnation gasping for liberation.

In me is a little boy with the view that the world is build on deception. #O-DAY

Perception corrupt, truth never told and falsehood embraced.

For I know that life is full of ups and downs.

For I know it's hard to live up to dreams.

And for I know that the world is built on a dynamic mountain.

In me is a little boy with a brighter prospect.

We rise and we fall like the heart beat of a sleeping giant (James Burn).

Live up, never down.

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