Ghostly Sonnets

Lose Yourself

If life gave you an opportunity to live your dream's, but with every choice there is a catch.
Would you shake the hand? or would you walk away?

I told life that I was grown and ready
Negative feedback does not defend me
I used to be the type of person who would get nervous, I thought I was living with no purpose Until Adrianna crawled me out of that surface
But little did I know she was a fucking serpent
I'm so observant what I write down for a whole crowd

Sometimes my words get bent and get twisted upside down

But I'm ready world give me a crowd for they can scream Conji's name out loud

What's this feeling I somehow feel
It's like I'm being chocked out away from the crowed
When I look over to see it was Adrianna
She tells me this is just a glimpse
Times up
There's no time for you to bow

Now I'm back to reality overdue bills got me drowning with insanity there goes conji depressed, but he ain't the type to stay on the floor that's not his spirituality, no

He won't have it no, he knows

Back is up against the ropes, prying for some hope, but he thinks he's to much of a slope to be dope
He's broke and he's so stagnant he knows
When he goes back to this broken home
Where unknown are known
He's home alone with a broken rope and broken nose asking the lord for protection to break any sticks and stones that has been casted upon him so that it won't break his bones

So, I'm done playing games time for you sons of bitches to feel the rattles of my cage are you scared don't like essence of my rage
I always play in my beginnings like a dog ready to engage don't worry folks I've been chewed and booed to many times on stage

But I kept writing and all the pain amplified the mind
And the fact I can't get by with my five to nine
Sadden I am that I can't provide the right type for my family cause man these plastic bottles ain't enough to feed and pay for a family of six
Why must everyone go through the mix of embarrassing conflicts that inflicts our fix
But I guess that's life, and life can be a bitch
I sometimes wonder if this world is a simulation of a glitch where I'm not bewitched where I'm not under the damnation of a switch
So which path I'm I to choose while I talk among myself on the pews to confused to see the view, so let me put you on queue

"I've seen a lot of people pollute their potential by sipping from the well of entitlement. You can only feel resentment when you had expectations for assistance."

Well said, 50

In other words the world doesn't owe you anything
You must accept that it's all on you

And if you find what I'm saying cynical
And for my point of argument I would say it's actually liberating.