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
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