i'm bryce,
no lame rhymes i'm skipping this sentence,
kickin' bad habits wishing good riddance,
no hi-tops on my feet,
hoe's where i sleep,
just and educated man,
with a hell of a plan
rough patch here and there,
sometimes i stop and stare,
to see who really cares,
and my eyes open wide,
caught in my own ignorance,
obliviousness,
i take back,
the pride that i've shown
the skills i lack are what make me my own.
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