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Only One. Posted on: June 18, 2007, at 05:24:14pm I need to get off the floor and find inspiration this is not a song this is my validation for breathing, the reason, I'm, here on this surface. No need to believe me I, know i'm not perfect. But fuck it, I'm trying Yo e-nough with implying That all of my work is, words and just writing It's more than us rhyming we, fighting the silence and silencing fears. I'm tired and sick of hiding from all my ambitions. To hell with inhibitions! They must be forgotten Cuz yo we only got one Life to make a mark (we only got one) A mic to erase the dark (we only got one) A shot to use these songs (we only got one) A chance to prove you wrong (we only got one) A pen, a pad, a voice (we only got one) A goal, a path, a choice (we only got one) A soul, a mic, a God (we only got one) A chance, a life, a shot (we only got one) It lingers, on fingertips out stretched. A shadow, that follows me without rest. Regrets, the times that i failed to bounce back, from the wrath of my failures. I've done that, but now I gotta be clutch, My dreams approach, so close, damnit I can almost touch. But if I fuck up, then I just might blow it all to pieces It's all or nothing so help me Lord Jesus and grant me the strength, to seize it the moment. This pad and this pen is bleeding an ocean ferocious, exploding in microphone poems. I'm tied to this mic cord i know i would die for So throw away your fears and your deepest emotions, your weakness your secrets your preconceieved notions of failure, it's you against the world and I'ma tell ya keep breathing, and don't you ever let em see you bleeding. I mean it, with every ounce of my being. So FUCK DESTINY, it ain't written in stars. It's written in rhymes, lines, and lyrical bars We can't discard our endeavors, cuz they burn like a toxin. It's now, or it's never, "cuz why?" We only got one... |