I was fighting with my blood 
Might as well have sickle cell
You can tell that I was sick 
I put the sickle to my cells 🔪

No trace of this mental jail 
I guess I stenciled out my self 
When the doctor questioned health
I locked up truth, no hint of bail
 
Attention deficit was evident
I'm negligent to relevance
Expressive Impressionist
I'm Monet in a present tense 

Settle in, I'll sell a sense
Of simplistic contentment
HAPPY, HAPPY, JOY, JOY! 
***I'LL BE STIMPY!!*** when I'm Ren

Renoir Templar 
In awe, Christus Victor 
lifts          off 
This pretenders façade
It's a jarring improv 
With a nimrod exemplar

"Is he dumb or is he smart?"
I told you fronting was an ART. 
God wasn't conned by my fraud
He saw darkness in my heart.

Brought an OLFA scalpel,
Probed the 
Scope of dapple,
Remold malform,
Old gets scaffold, 
Boldly transform, 
Redraw honest on the scar. 

Do you know how far I've came?
Não me toque inner part,
Unwrap the cellophane of shame, 
When Christ paints, stains depart.

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