Realse Poem by phillip seymore

when i type its my heart that i write grasp to my dreams to one day take flight cause this love for this mic took my soul to new heights i run from the shadows just run to the light but running out spots thats no longer bright cause im prepared to fight for what i know is right so despite the voices and the whispers that i hear at night im a solider of God and giving him my life cause how could we see light if he never showed us night And the world's becoming dark politics to sharks how could we get divided and split apart you can try to cage my words but you cant cage my heart my feet was moving when they said on your mark blew past the line before they yelled start cause are we really fighting for democracy or is it autocracy politics with hypocrisy politics puppeteers we call bureaucracy cause God has aristocracy he has the number one title that i idol took the demons from my soul when i was suicidal when the devil was homicidal he was there by my side to defend his title now its this gold that i hold to show the devil my soul is sold and refuse to fold i cant be controlled when God's on patrol