If i were to rise
Through burdens of cold blood
To an expectation up to what everyone knew of
Would you love me?
To every beat my heart would thud
If i were good
Good wouldn't be good enough
Im just a mineral next to these diamonds in the rough
I crossed at path that couldn't save my ass
So as
All these people stand strong and as they stand tough
I couldn't rise
I couldnt live up
Judging eyes that stalk me
To a point that is haunting
Speaking to a crowd for me is a feeling
More or less that is daunting
Reading my twisted things
Ill be talking
Ill feel the eyes searing through my soul
At my stop i am haulting
As the skies maybe pouring
The skies maybe roaring
This feeling that is calling
Everything but supporting
No sign of heart warming
I'm back to basics
Im down to dumb down my lyrics
Everyone wont understand
The state my mind is framed
Vocabulary isn't really the one to be famed
Its usually the one to be hidden and enflamed
A shadow to the ignorance, no one follows a shadow
Smarts is last generations widow
To its own weeping willow
I came to write but awoke on a path i don't know
Everyone seems to be expecting something i cant offer
I'm nothing but a no good author
I had hoped to become a poet/ rapper crossover
Like dmx was
He could paint a story as if it were in water color
Seeing through it but also seeing what it was
But as a poet i painted myself into a corner
On the deep side of a pool, couldn't keep my head above water
So then i gave up and threw my hands up in horror
Now i see everyone of you staring
Expecting something great
Life gave me lemons once every bit of them i ate
And my mind needs a clean slate
A choice between a handful of luck
Or a fickle finger of fate
A big heart full of faith
But also full of mistakes
Why do you expect something from me
If I have nothing else to give
How much more will you take?
And break the dreams of every little twist of fate
Will good ever be good enough?
Or was being great just a big mistake?
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The Land of the Lost and Inhumane
Poetryfor one ceases to believe there is a dark side. sometimes people are stuck in it. sometimes people dream of it. and sometimes they are lost in it... these are my collected poems that tell a story from a certain point of view. indulge. xx
