Been A Minute Since I Last Wrote..
So Let Me Clear My Throat…
Let Me Wipe The Dust Off This Paper..
I Ain’t Asking For No Favor…
Say Whatever You May..
But It Been Over A Day..
Since I Last Wrote Something Worth Reading..
That’s Because My Heart Stopped Bleeding..
My Heart Became Black And Cold..
My Words Became Old..
Everything About My Poetic Career Became Dead…
The Words Would Run Through My Head…
But Just Not Process…
So I Had No Way To Make Progress..
My Career Came To A Screeching Stop..
One Day I Was On Top…
The Next I Dropped To A Bottomless Pit..
So I Decided To Sit..
Let Everything Process In My Mind..
See Where I Fell Off And Everything Was Left Behind….
I Took A Look In The Mirror And Decided It Was Time..
To Get To The Lab And Write A New Rhyme..
Spit Something That I Never In My Life Thought I Could..
Or Never Thought I Would..
Cause I Never Really Found A Reason Why I Should..
I Thought Everything I Wrote In The Past Was Good..
So Go Ahead Keep Sleeping On This Kid..
Like Every Single Last One Of You Did..
Everyone Saying My Career Washed Up Like A Dolphin..
That I Should Put It In A Coffin..
So I Took That To The Heart And Keep It Bottled In..
Then Went Home Laid In Bed And Thought..
Realized How Much Time I Dedicated And How Long I Fought..
To Make My Words Worth Being Read…
But In The Snap Of A Second My Career Became Dead…
Every Since Then I Seen Nothing But Red..
Running Through Everything That Came In My Way..
Didn’t Listen To What People Was Trying To Say…
Just Worried About Myself And My Own Problem..
Trying To Find A Way Back To The Top From The Bottom..
So If You Got Negative Criticism Save It Cause I Don’t Want To Listen..
I’m Trying To Find The Piece That My Own Puzzle Been Missin…
If Your Trying To Make My Career Vanish With Out A Trace..
Then You Better Pick Up The Pace..
Cause I Won’t Give Up Without A Fight..
Trying To Help My Career Take Flight..
While You People Try To Keep It Grounded..
I Lost The Passion In My Career And I Still Haven’t Found It..
Don’t Need Help I Need To Find It Myself..
Without That Passion My Career Been On The Shelf..
As My Career Sat On The Shelf My Words Became Decayed..
My Poetic Passion Became Delayed..
But I’m Trying To Make This Work For The Last Time..
Cause These Words Been Playing Tricks With My Mind..
So Hopefully As I Start A New Chapter In This Game..
My Passion Finds Its Way Home And Its Still The Same..
Cause Nothing Has Changed PureSkillz Is Still The Name..
But The Word Play And Direction Of Feelings Might Be Different..
Some Of You Say It Isn’t…
But Let Me Keep It On The Real..
This Is The Deal…
I’m Going To Try And Make A Comeback Once Again..
Try And Get Back To Back Then..
Most Of You Know When..
But If You Don’t Then Here Is A Sample..
Let Me Show You An Example..
My Career Use To Be Like Jeter In November..
Only A Few Of You Can Remember..
Cause It Been A Minute Since We Last Seen That..
My Career Caught A Flat…
But This Flat Never Got Fixed..
My Career Blew Up Like Bad Chemicals Got Mixed..
So Let Me See Where My Career Takes Me This Time Around..
Hopefully I Can Lift It Off The Ground..
And Come Back Making A Big Sound..
So You People Said My Career Is Washed Up As Of Today..
Put My D**k In Your Mouth So From Now On It ‘s F What You Say…
PureSkillz23
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Sorry in AdvancePSA : I apologize for my language.... Now that the memo is out fu*k all this sh*t... People asking the same sh*t and I'm tired of it... Everyone asking what happen to me... Motherfuc*er I been here you just nappin on me... Stay woke dummies I always been here... I haven't written in a year... But that doesn't mean I fuc*ing disappeared.. I just know my words are no longer the most feared... So I won't waste my time writing cause it's just falling on blind eyes... You ever think to mind your fuc*ing business like I mind mines.. Nah cause all you motherfuc*ers waiting on someone's downfall.. So you will have something to talk about at the town mall... Keep my name out your mouth unless you wanna catch hands.. Idgaf about you or the next man... I only give a *** about my immediate circle.. Not worried about a bunch of Steve Urkels... My fellow poets ...  |
The Real MVPThis game been there when I needed to express my emotions… Helped my tears to flow like oceans… Helped me laugh when I could not even crack a smirk… Helped me relieve some stress from my chest when I was hurt… Helped me lift myself up when I was laying in dirt… Helped me overcome sadness when I was wiping my tears on my shirt.. Helped my heart beat normally when it was skipping a beat… Helped me regain strength and get back on my feet… Helped me find a reason to live when I when I wanted to put it to an end.. When I felt all alone it was there to be my friend… This game has helped me overcome some serious pain and heartache.. Helped me mend my heart and mind after some heartbreak… Nothing but loyalty and faithfulness from poetry… I abandoned it numerous times but when I ask to come back it never said no to me… |
BezerkSee when I first started it was all about the comments... Now im no longer worrying about that nonsense... Its back to square one to once again begin this process... And I will snap if by tomorrow I do not see any progress.. Cause how can I stack dollars when my poems make no sense... It would leave me broken and hopeless.. Opening the door for me to transgress... Knock someones teeth down their throat making it hard to digest.. How is it possible for your career to fall flat when you were at your best.. Just bear with me as I get this anger off my chest.. But please be careful of the flying objects... If poetry was a girl, id make love to it while she was wearing a prom dress... PureSkillz is dead this is Mark James and I'm next.. |
Sleeping On MePeople Asking What Happen To The Kid.. Disappeared Like I Did A Bid.. Maybe I Did… Nah I’m Just Joking.. The Curtain Closed On Poetry But Tonight It Decided To Open.. Leaving Me To Start Hoping.. That This Is A New Beginning.. So It’s Time To Grab A Shovel And Start Digging.. Possibly Find My Old Flow And Delivery.. Maybe It’s Best To Leave That In The Past Call It History.. So What The Future Holds Is A Mystery.. Been Almost Two Years That My Poetic Mind Has Been In Captivity.. Now I’m Back To Cook This Game Like Rotisserie.. Got People Calling And Texting Saying They Missing Me.. But Little Do They Know I Hear The Chit Chat.. That Just Yesterday They Weren’t Speakin That.. Don’t Stress It Homie I Won’t Come At Your Neck.. I’m Just Coming Straight For The He... |
My DisapperanceFu*k It Just Going To Spit Straight Random.. Flow And Technique Is What I Am About To Abandon.. In Advance Excuse My French... But I'm Tired Of Being The Sixth Man I'm Coming Off The Bench.. I Remember When I Was Once The Starter... After A Few Years Things Began To Get Harder.. Days That Were Once Bright Became Darker.. Things That Were Once In Reach Began To Get Farther.. Things That Were Once Familiar Began To Get Strange.. I Began To Go Through A Change.... Poetic Verses Were No Longer In Range... But Fu*k It On Some Real Sh*t... Cause This Is It.. People Wondering What Happen To The True PureSkillz.. The One Whose Words Use To Flow Like They Were On Treadmills... I'm Going To Explain The Disappearance Of A Legend.. The Kid Who Was Addicted To Poetry Since The Age Of Seven.. The Kid Who On School Nights Would Stay Up Past Eleven.. The... |
Official RetirementI Am An Emotionally Damaged Human Being.. People Saying I'm Not The Person They Are Use To Seeing.. It's Like I No Longer Have Life In My Body... I Don't Feel Original I Feel Like A Copy.. People Around Asking Where PureSkillz Been.. It's Time To Explain My Hiatus So I'm Going To Let You In.. People Ask Me What Happen To PureSkillz Where'd He Go.. My Only Response Is I Don't Know... Because That Is God's Honest Truth.. I Once Was A Legend I Literally Have The Evidence To Show You The Proof.. Now I'm A Has Been, A Washed Up Poet.. It's True Cause I Even Know It.. A Poet That A Revival Seems Highly Unlikely... I Know This Is Not Like Me.. I'm Usually Saying I'm Back For Good... And I Would If I Could... I Can't Even Produce Qua... |
AddictedSee I Been Missing This Game... |
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