Treetop
To change the way the game is played
is to name your price for fame. it's the same story
different chapter. but instead it's moving faster
an it's getting harder to master it. but bit by bit you start
to get use to it and haters have a fit when they have
to sit by and watch you better it. your life no one elses
but your own and its grown from a flower to a tree and
you had the power to be free as you climb to the top
a few branches might pop and some leaves may fall.
but it's all worth it when you get to the top cause the view may
be the best anyone can ever see.
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