Rock Bottom

Rock bottom - the floor hard,

My knees weak,

Try so hard - to make ends meet,

I pull the strings but they never attach,

I only wish they left a door with a latch. x2

 

 

Let the poetry synchronize -

With my mind - I'm a slave to the pen,

Lie awake on the bottom - I just dream of the top,

In some less sly words - I was raised to descend,

I was ten years old when I started to write,

Dropped lines that was harder than life,

I'm a father to trife,

I adopted the old Hip Hop,

Old school boom bap - with the light high hat,

Snap back faced back with my old J's on,

T-shirt stained out and I'm all assed out,

Past doubt - My future is decided by my pain inside,

Reality was dead to me - that motherfucker came alive,

Right before my very eyesight - court side seats,

Fallin' victim to the 4-5 screech,

Hearin' screams of the demons - always callin' my name,

I want a house full of love fuck a hall full of fame.

 

Rock bottom - the floor hard,

My knees weak,

Try so hard - to make ends meet,

I pull the strings but they never attach,

I only wish they left a door with a latch. x2

 

I be trapped in,

Locked and loaded,

My bars never be decoded,

Never sugar coat it,

I'm an artist 'till I fly to the man,

Try my hardest cause this art is every reason I stand,

I remember vividly when I viewed things differently,

Back when I was actin' like them,

Who am I?

The usual kid lookin' lost in a crowd wishin' that his step father was proud,

 

****Finish 11/16/14****