The Best of Time

These are the Best of Times and the Worst of Times,

Stand at the End and Try to hold on to Burn or Fly,

To not be any Less that I can be from this Infertile Mind,

Fulfill my Internal prophecy this Earth is Mine,

Until the inferno's Melancholy attempts to Deter my Pride,

I can hear it lurk though calling, Forever to Strive,

For this Eternal calling,Til it's my Turn to Die,

To Muster and Write about this Cookie Cutter Plight,

And it's like I got no beef but I still got Some Nerve, Right?

To Incite this Speech like I'm Submerged in Strife,

Things like this that Breach what I Yearn Inside,

As if my Quality is Unearthed by Fights,

My Past spits Atrocities that have Earned this Right,

To be Converged in Rhymes, So that my Herd will Find,

The Answers that go Unheard in Life, So stay Alert Brother Mine,

Just let me Learn and Vibe, to Write a Verse that's Prime,

One that'll Convert your Minds when I Reimburse the Prize,

Failure ain't a straight drop it's a Curved Slide

And you'll know you're in it if you've Heard Sighs

But just know this, that no matter your Birth or Size,

Even if the pain is Worse, And all you see around are Blurred Lines

Even if you're covered in Dirt, You can always see your Verve Shine,