All that glitter
In the likeness of a star,
Deception without a name tag.
Royal robes with the quality of a rag.
I just can’t stand the stench of
duplicity;
I can’t put up with a class less than
originality.
I wonder how some folks do it.
I respect the status of the
individual
So I’m not giving in to pressure
To observe any ritual.
I’ll face any consequence to full
measure,
I’ll maintain my spot
Untainted even if I’m only a dot
In the setting of destiny.
I don’t see what people see
I mean, why they gatto fake it?
When you copy somebody else
You become a glitch.
No matter what it takes
I’m gonna reach until I break
Cause I just can’t breathe as a fake.
Akpan
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