Been On the Grind
My own rags to famous rear view status
Counting coins, chasing chaos, catching corners
No stage but life's notorious performers
Missed my bus, recapping my future past
Bone broke dreams, now rocking a killer cast
Actin' as a star but as an extra I thrust
My word in the hat, mainstream is a bust
Leaving tracks on trapped beats
Riding steps tuned to high hat heat
Loose to reality from the high game
Noose to gravity pissed in drunk fame
Making sense to cents in mind
Shoulder to rock, been on the grind
Copyright © Siza Sibiya | Year Posted 2017
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