Writing comes to me as natural as you taking a breath.
Ive been itching to write its my life its addicting as meth.
Scratching at the surface trying to find my purpose.
Everytime opportunity is there Im feeling nervous.
Like a trapeze stunt happening at the circus.
Everythings all good till I reach the top.
Then everything slows down to a dead stop.
Sweat falling off me as if I was a strung out mop.
People honestly think there crying will make me feel sympathy.
But all them crys to my ears sounds like a symphony.
I stick to myself, I always shut my mouth and practice my ability.
Trying to move forward sucess has always been my deficiency.
Sliding in my groove trying to be in a better mood and act differently.
"But Tyler you're always quiet and negative also you keep to you're self"
so what I'm like a antique in perfect condition collecting dust on the shelf
eventually when the time is right people will clean me off and see my wealth.
So much ambition I'm on a damn mission but I got to sneak in stealth.
Until I hit perfection, I'm going hard like a erection slapping that ass like a belt.
Going hard in 2019 finding feelings I've never felt.
Dawg why are you acting cowardly should I change you're name to courage.
Soften up reality like a story book do you want you're porridge.
Come on take a bite I am sure you got a sweet tooth.
Just chew carefully I dont want you to choke on the real truth.
Cause you know some people can't handle honesty and being real.
Nowadays everyone seems to be a wannabe that runs and squeals.
Hide behind there mask until they get what they need then the real side is revealed.
Murrmanski
