wilted, sweat, bruises
“I came to conquer”
danger, loss
glory
My Father
wilted, sweat, bruises
“I came to conquer”
danger, loss
glory
My Father
So afraid of my own voice
I speak behind another face
I can’t even recognize the words they’re from outerspace
hiding behind everyone I love
listening to myself stay quiet
not risking my love
because I want everybody to love me
but I know that’s useless
everybody sees me differently
but I still want to make a mark
delusions of grandeur
desires of greatness
the road is long and cold
I hear me and myself thinking
somebody save us
I want them to know that I want the world
that I won’t settle for anything less
than everything
why do I need them to believe me?
trapped thinking about my effects on others
emotional slavery
I put 2pac on replay
somebody help me
I’m reminded of Gambino’s inspiration
you just gotta follow your voice no matter what you’re facing
I feel all the fear and all the self doubt
before I step onto the stage and let it all out
but I’m still here
and never took that step yet
the closest I’ve been is at the poetry slam
and even then I did it once and left them
I never even entered the competition
but this one dude came up to give me props
I guess I completed my mission
Hello Everyone,
I recently challenged myself to come up with a book of raps in under an hour and here it is: One Hour Rap. It was just an artistic move I decided to make. To see what a book of poetry in an hour would look like. It’s not smooth at times and a better flow could have been used in places but I didn’t want to edit it too much. I wanted it to be raw.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and please download and share it with everyone you know.
Thank you.
mind wanders in thoughts of hate
whirlpools of feelings I can’t control
I watch as I am pulled under the surface
and into the world of the ego
the ego is not friendly
and urges me to fight back
and say things that hurt others
and to do things that protect what it owns
but I own nothing
and I am nothing at all
but still as I sit and try to turn away
it calls me and turns me around
and drowns me in its pride
can I kill it?
but then I would kill me?
can I live apart from it?
but then that would be suicide
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