Shortcomings, you only see them when your vision’s blurry..
Lost my crown still looking toward the sky, while my mind’s healing.
Half empty, half full you see failure i see soaring.
No fibs, no lies thats a real story..
Harpooning, the biggest fishes always be the ones in the whale stories..
Legendary, greatest legacy since Moby.
Hyprocrisy is the reason the paucity of my circle keeps falling..
Lost king, loose crown even my sceptre’s broken.
Categories: Jeward Miller