Really? Has my life come to this
Tskong this with a side of pissSuck behind what feels like a locked doorCan't end here, there has to be moreSo full of it, most days strain my heartSometimes I rather just starve for my artPush myself to make it for a mealHarsh life until I my dream realNot to reap but to simply reciteAnd make heard the things I writeWith my stage fright and allEven if shortly after I fallA year of that is ten times better than the last fourRecently feeling like a company whore Well I guess a prostitute cause I get a checkThough none of it is worth the disrespectBut why quit there to find another dead endThere's just more river around the riverbendFigured when im fed up and throughI'll dive into what I love to doIt makes sense to me anywayJust waiting for that dayLeaving this normalityTurn my thoughts to reality
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mrmelody7 says: Great write, been there, takes sometime but you got a good jump on society games |
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Devonte7638 says: Yeah. Its crazy. But as long as I has a pen and paper I'll be fine |
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hymnagen says: No greater therapy than a creative venting. Keep doing what you do |
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Devonte7638 says: Thanks |
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2b2b2 says: Awesome Work....thanks for sharing....Write On! |
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royale jones says: MUCH PROPS, love the weaving of words and rhythm. man make it so! |
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Devonte7638 says: Thank you for the feedback |
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