Kylecovey Smith
I Stand Alone
I stand alone within this field of hazard.
No one dares to follow me.
I stand alone.
I’m tired of all these fools spitting nonsense and spreading dread
I never comprehend a single thing that they said
From acts and phrases, not knowing what they are about.
Looks like I have to toughen up and take them out.
So I said, I stand alone within this field of hazard.
I move forward and never backwards.
This pressure of life is wearing on my shoulders.
Ain’t nobody man tough enough to feel the pain.
I know I’m next.
I’ll show respect
But in the end, as you can see
No one dares to follow me
I stand alone.
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Kylecovey Smith
Historian, Linguist, Author (Voyages of the 997 & The Method Mission), YouTuber/TikToker (Master Mojo) and now Vocal writer enjoy and critique my writing as please.
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