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What can I say without delay? What can I relay on my relay when they can't relate, but debate what's on replay?
It's slow-motion on a big screen, so what are they thinking? I'm out of bounds? I'm leaps and bounds... don't jump to conclusions when I'm homeward bound... mispronouncing clowns, jesters, and imposters... when they get crabs they call them lobsters... immaterial wanderers masking their itching as winning, drawing attention to robbers.
In a world of mistaken identities, it's mighty hard to wake up flawless. Can you harness the hardest? Fake farless than the farthest, furless, furthest, and fatherless?
I think I can say that better, but my conviction to try to is what passes by quite a few, yet I do what I gotta do. My words are infinite in their infancy and ephemeral in their maturity because disappearing acts have grown to mean more than me.
I've made up my mind to let whatever's coming try to take me... because there's no double-taking me. God is great to me.
I rather look back than fall back midway, but I still keep a stiff arm for the strays on game day. High-steps over bear crawls. Everyday. All-day. Celebrate in the hallway, celibate in the walkways. In an emergency I roll out with the play-action and double pump fake, until then it’s southern hospitality and a bougie North Face.
On everything I love, I can't use a glove so I only throw to golden receivers. They underestimate your options until they see who's in the bleachers.. their teachers, employers, and preachers.
I'm really a problem.
Big ideas aren't face-timing everybody and my strides are double-timing anyone behind me. But who's really behind me?