Wasted Talent
Its been about 3 years of verses dispearsed for peers...
with jeers, curses and a surpluss of clear worthless tears.
I've unearthed some fears & birthed many a story of beer...
Some were boring to hear, others were adored by the ear.
Reassured by a meer.. compliment or vote of confidence...
or by a quote from a domininant poster with prominence.
Some kept me closer to dropping shit as i chose not to quit.
Others exposed sloppyness in my prose to stop me a bit.
Got me to just.. not to copy shit & find my own style.
So in the mean while, it seems i'll just compile pieces
that aren't Forever Ill & will forever be decent
See, even recently i've written poorly more frequently
and have yet to stream my voice on any known frequency.
These words speak to me, but I just repeat them secretly
like I have an album that I want to keep from leaking. We..
all have hopes and wishes we expect to come true.
But the truth is.. not many, if any, actually do.
Alot of these con's act like they got a contract or two.
And some do, but the rest just get the facts all askew.
They are wack.. so they attack the new jacks who
just want cats to react with some feedback. Through..
out my time on the net i've gotten & given respect.
But i've come to accept that my position is less..
than those who let all of thier ambitions progress.
Consequently, i guess.. my admission is this...
I'm on a road to nowhere.. YES.. ignorance is bliss.
Still, im vigorously pissed fame is igg'n me. Dissed..
by same game i've meticuously aimed at & missed.
I trained to spit, but never got passed save & print.
The only one to blame is Rich. Im short changing my wish..
by staying the same old way.. i know.. its lame & bitch.
Its a shame I dont switch.. to different mind frame & twist..
my fate so it exists on the same plane as say.. a Jay & Kiss.