Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.119.126.168
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
When I was younger rap changed me, it was crazy, 
It made me act like nothin' phased me
That's why I was bakin' this pastry and tryna make it
It was amazing how I could listen to the same thing
8 teen times in a row, it's frustrating when you don't know
Where to go, and you're getting older and this boulder on your shoulder
Is getting harder to hold...
The leaves turn brown and hit the ground and it gets cold 
You're pride is standing infront of my goals
I was so tired of hearin' the same shit
Maybe it just aint me...
Maybe I should give up and fulfill everyone's prophecies
For everyone who ever told me that I was not shit
Nope... Not me!
That's why I was plottin' although I thought I was free,
I was boxed in... I felt like I have lost it
The hunger for success over whelmed me
That's why I'm tryna find a lane to inject my main frame
With this rap game, i'll say what I want
No damn shame
Maybe I could escape through blazin' and sprayin'
These raps it's crazy
I want It's wack, this bullshit,
This crack, I want whips without the crack
Give back, 
The rain came and went, but the road is still slippery when wet
The pain subsides and hides in the back of your mind
I've had copious amounts of weed and a little bit of sleep
I don't whether I'm countin' sheep or takin' speed, 
I might be poppin' bottles 
Foot on the throttle 
I am everything and more than you've ever thought of,
I will not be caught off guard, 
Although life is hard and we mark our targets, 
Then we go for it
No matter what we feel, regardless of opinions and this silly shit,
We doubt our ability to do anything,
When all we gave was everything, 
I wouldn't trade my past for the world because it made me the man I am
And as I stand all alone on the beach with my toes in the sand,
Counting a couple of grand
While I laugh at your plans and grab all your fans, like we switch hands
Like it was Summer and there was no AC
It was hotter inside than it was outside
There was a fight going on
Between my self esteem, my ego, and my pride, askin' why?
When you're under water, if you get a breath, take it
If you're holdin' onto the past...
Shake that shit...
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required