Ain’t been winning much life been pretty hard over snare and guitar laying down these bars games not on point I ain’t even making par. My plays in the rough ain’t been tough enough. Cement with no rebar.
Like a rigged deck of cards, no ace in the hole always a two seven play is bluff or throw them down Give it up these two options suck if there wasn’t bad I wouldn’t have any luck. And all I see is black in my bank account. I’m talking about my heart.
It’s hard to care anymore hard for those that I love to give anymore They try but I cut deep they cry for me they weep, but it just keeps happening. It’s rated R there’s too much gore
I was a shooting star with potential and everyone agreed I was rising up at all the potential imagine the possibilities in my grasp was success. The road was limitless. Will have to wait and see. The rise was fast and the fall was hard never found that ceiling. Just an eagle soarin high falling hard to the floor starting to sink. my angel is out of breath foul trouble has to rest go to the bench demons check-in like Steph Curry shooting threes. This shit ain’t fair. I argue with the ref and get a “T”. If you get technical can’t blame any of the shit on anyone but me. I’m the reason that I’m here. I’m spinning high in the clouds come down timber like a tree slam hard to the ground massive thud boom crack pound. But All the people left my forest when a tree falls and no one is around does it even make a sound. You won’t even hear these words as they come out of my mouth.
So I travel down this road no company except for my black soul. They say where your heart is that’s your home so I can never stop. always have to go. forever walking with the heartless no direction. Nothing left but a shell just a ghost. man who once was just a fading recollection, distant memory. A life was such potential won’t be spoke of or remembered. Just Deja vu in a
Moment when she stops to think.
Why are my feet so big? Why am I so tall have strength and speed can run and jump, but sometimes I’ll be walking I just fall. Clumsy like a clown, everything that I pick up can’t remember where I put it down. sarcastic all the time I’m that smart ass with the line. procrastinate to the deadline. Bloody movies don’t scare me but if they hurt a dog, I’ll cry. Ask me to do something. I’ll whine. I’ll roll eyes and sigh. When I have to talk, I don’t say much I’m shy. people always say I shine, I don’t like attention or sunlight but I tan right up. Dont sunburn like that guy. He’d always smile stupid at me and he didn’t know at night I could hear him cry. Don’t know what it was about but hes gone don’t remember now I’ll ask mommy or Albert in the morning go back to sleep what a thing to dream about. In the morning I have school hate the homework they give us to do. Especially math. mommy can’t help she’ll get mad throw my books break my iPad Albert’s too dumb can’t even add-man I sure miss…..oh…….i remember that guy now.
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