Last time

Last time I took this stage I heard the chants of "Big Red!"

Last time I took this stage I calmed myself

Pitying me in my head

Hoping you'd get the message, be the next one to take your top self

Last time I took this stage I reminded myself that the spotlight was on me

Last time I took this stage I pushed to incite a change

To see a new coming of people with a new purpose with a new place to be

Hoping to see my influence spread to an even wider range

Last time I took this stage I chided it as my realm

Last time I took this stage I took it as my world

Pouring my insight to the ones wherever darkness dwelled

Shining a light on the topic some only merely twirled

But since the last time I took this stage I sadly found an audience without the will to change

A crowd that still wants to take its time and rage

I don't know how many times the message has to be sent

If it has to be slang

Or if it just has to be by life's X's clang

And I don't know if it's what you've been smokin

As some of y'all may say it's that good... never mind go ahead, you can finish it

Don't listen to me

Keep on your puff, puff, pass

And tell me later how high you actually are in the social class

Cause the only thing that'll be the height of what you wish

Is your mind as your harmless puff

Just turns you just into a dangerous stunt

Where one wrong street and you become a server

A server of your "hook up's" prison dish

Now that I have your attention listen and have a little smoke on this

Cause there's nothing more deceiving than a kiss

A kiss of that high and you want more

A kiss of that girl, boys, and you want some more time to explore

A kiss of your boy, ladies, and time consumes you as you try to find his core

And when that taste is over, you try to find that key to the now locked door

So your little puff, puff on that good, good

Is your spotlight's door closing

A feeling not easily understood

So with the truth taken in

I reach out to the crowd

And beg for a change to begin

Give me a kiss of the change I know will come

Return me my favor with the passion of which my words run

Because on deaf ears, my words do not fall

On blind eyes, my display does not maul

Because I reach out the both the blind man and the deaf

Words to express my passion

And the performance to visualize my words

Because my present spotlight is dulling

But yours is coming up

So the next time when I say the words "last time I took this stage"

It will be with the pleasure of others sharing my realm

More than the ones who do now

With the message I preach

That life is a spotlight

And make of it what you will

But don't take that struggle with the words of my hand

Or even the words of my friends who now stand with me

Because they have issues similar to mine

They do it unknowingly because my true topic twirled tills the towering land of which it covers

Honestly, its quite grand

Because our differences highlight our stand

What we do, no take, no dish out, in our spotlight, making our brand

Now the question goes to you

How will you rule your realm?

But be warned 

The light is dimming

And time isn't waiting 

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