My love an my passion, is vanishing in this art,
Cause im rationing out my heart, disappearing in scars,
Like a tune from a guitar, torn apart from its strings,
I use to think hip hop and me were the same thing,
As if we were hinged, our homes under our wings,
but different things and events prevents me to think,
which brings me to raps deaths, consumed in an eye blink.
My mind and body’s full of emotion I feel,
The feelings so real, unstained like stainless steel,
But this page repels ink, appeals the thoughts I think,
So translations concealed, when it comes to when I sing,
It use to be therapeutic, like a natural spring,
But now its just exhausting, like scoring on a rare fling,
So fuck it, I give in, this rap game can win.
My brain and my heart, unite to start writing,
A light bulb ignites for the right to take part in,
A start on this page, describing my life to date,
But that light bulb fades, with every piece that’s made,
Im a slave to discrimination placed in rap nation,
That’s why my admiration is fading with haste,
So have a taste if you want, this game just haunts and taunts me,
We don’t relate at all, the last part to this story.
So Long………………………………………
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