I find it funny that
Life's about stably balancing instability
My abilities killing me
Or maybe it's that fact that I'm not using them
Like I'd kill for a mill
But the feel from the field
Keeps me far from the steel
At the base of my back
Still a warrior gotta learn to attack
Failure after failure
Still getting it back
Yeah its all good
Everything moving as it all should
Yeah we all could
But the government'll probably throw the law book
And i ain't been the same since their names hit the graves
Wash and repeat
Now the youngins is slaves
Love mixed with death
It's a passionate play
Don't give a f*ck where you stay
No need for sentimental
Your body feel like a rental
Dead bodies all in your mental
Now you feeling the same
It ain't one in the same
While they running the game
I used to struggle on where I stood on my block
I wasn't aggressive enough to run the streets
And not smart enough to hang with the geeks
But Somewhere in the middle
Floating, aimlessly
Until one day someone handed me a pen and some paper and said
Write a poem
But Don't just write any poem
Write the best poem you've ever written
And I did just that and I ain't looked back