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Someone, Someday

It’s so hard to start It’s so hard to finish It feels as if all that you've accomplished will someday be diminished And it won’t matter if you become somebody some day Because someone will easily take your place Steal your ideas And make a living off you, THEIR way It’s sad but true Every mutha f**ka Will take a piece of your mind and will somehow ultimately f**k you not physically but mentally making you think you’re not one of a kind their getting all the fame while everyone leaves you behind leaving you to feel like a failure people telling you to talk to God, he’ll have the answer I pray, looking up at the ceiling Hoping he’ll will give me a reason…. To keep going on with my life and my ideas But all I’m left with are clones of my feelings Washed up on canvases with some else’s fake veneers

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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