A Blast In My Past
Im honest, I got nothing to write
so i sit here thinking if what im doings all right
wondering what are the words that imma have to spite
when im down there in the D When im facing the mic
This music, the beats it all just feels so right
but nothings coming out when i start wanting to type
Its all in my brain,and i know that despite
but none the less im here and i came to fight
Lookin down the road my lifes been down
seeing all those faces seeing all them frowns
all Sad when they here that im back in town
Feeling like, i had been stealing their crowns
i not Meaning no harm
Not tryna take Your lucky charms
I aint tryna be breaking Your Hearts
Im just tryna make them feel warm
Close the wounds from the past
im Like a rocket ships blast
im gone within a flash
feeling like these words may be my last
Then realize the hook is all that i've clasped
Copyright © Douglas Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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