Round 2
August 5, 2011
I got slapped in the face by reality
Couldn’t believe what he was telling me
Then again I was only listening
To misery
I always speak with my heart
But I was in a place that’s dark
So I talked but I couldn’t see
currently though my vision is returning to Me…yeah luckily
My hopes and my dreams
My drive to believe
To turn what I feel into some currency
But in order to get some change, I need to change
And to get a full pocket I can’t just say fuck it,I need to take whats mine an earn the rights to do so,
So…
A slap in the face is a disgrace
But I turned the other cheek to get to the next phase
Climb back on stages, and be amazing
It starts with some phrases…believing is one thing
I got to pick up the pen..and let it sing
To the paper flowing with ink
Drama see you later…go drown in your drink
it’s time
For some good
Times
I don’t have a diary
I have
my rhymes
Witness my strengths, witness my flaws
But know that through it all
Reality got a mean hook…but I didn’t come to fall
Round 2
