Lyrics
I was taught to never see things in a negative light,
So why do I hate every thing I ever said in a mic,
I felt it was right at the start; it was like, straight from the heart,
But time after time the verse fell apart, I was caught,
Between guilt and shame, I feel the pain,
Felt by pregnant mothers waiting at the bus stop in the rain,
No man around to give a ride in a car,
No emcee around to give some life to a bar,
What am I doing, wasting my time,
Placing a rhyme,
Battling with spacing and lines,
Trying to make a fine wine from sour grapes,
Another hour escapes into the infinite,
Been finished but desire one more take..
Can you relate, --- woefully I sit, ballpoint indented grip,
Hate the pain but hate more the feel of releasing it,
Jesus it’s too hard… every two bars have potential for gold,
So I Open up a notebook and relieve my soul
I often sit and then pen ten thoughts,
Often times I’ve been hit then caught,
The brick of inspiration upside my head,
So I grab a beat and say let’s ride with this,
I often grimace, can’t bear to witness,
The crowd ain’t full of listeners, they seem more like victims,
Trapped under a spell, slumbering well,
I’m on a journey to the top but stuck in the depths of hell,
A long road means long nights and long days,
But I gotta be ready to go when the gong plays,
Trying to make my song stay on favorites and playlists,
But I have to wait, there’s no way to have my cake,
And eat it too, unless I eat half, but that’s half-assed,
It’s guaranteed I won’t pass if I don’t blast,
Full force from lungs, squeeze the most of capillaries,
Until my rap is extraordinary, past the average,
I won’t settle, the hell with forty acres and mules,
Why would I quit and break the number one rule.
Inspiration and insight, haven’t met in ten nights,
But I still write, hoping to be blessed with the light..
I belly-flop right into a page,
And let my heart out of its cage,
Keep doing what I’m doing cuz if not then I’m ruined even if it’s not blooming like flowers then I keep on pursuing.
