12266, Who Am I? Posted by Decstar, Mon May-17-04 02:47 PM
a boy that's trapped in a man's body with no source of adbodimy, but the artistry is a myth, you see, i feel like i have powers, when i only have dreams, and i give free words, but they seem like forced seeds, and when i feel like i'm givin up, it's like treason, because for some reason, i'm believing, that it's a purpose for me breathing, and seeing, future motion pictures that i've already ventured, see i come from a broken past of a broken passion that seemed to keep passing, drop soemthing off that he knew couldnt grasp, now i'm a brand new art form, inbetween swarms, birth into the struggle that has to be the hustle that i've grown to take advantage of with very little love, and i'm sorry that this was suppose to be a little, but i figured ya'll used to biting off more than you can chew, so peep the view, i'm abstract like flashbacks of a past back that shot up too fast like wet crack, and to figure i was a disposal, but somehow turned to gold, now i dont mean to toot my own horn, but the boy is fresh with words like blood of a new born, yet i'm so torn and these streets keep calling me, and i'm late on some education and truth and my life still writes to this beat, i still somewhat fight to be free, but i have this sheets, and between these lines is all my world needs to be, all the little things you need to know about me so, i apoligize in future time if i boggle your mind, cause this is my time and my grind, and all i got is my heart and will as my wealth, so if you take this as small change, this penny is a lil something about myself
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