i'm over this hobby, it's honestly got me,
drained- looking for answers to questions that're costly.
but the options are limited, failing to see what the vision is,
imprisoned in- a shallow [frame] that doesn't pay dividends.
always tempted to steal the show, but the skill doesn't follow,
a hundred loaded thoughts that still leave me hollow.
so i knock, and i knock, but emptiness just echoes,
destined to fall, in between the hinges just before i let go.
but recently...
i've been finding it hard to write, to grasp a concept, and make it 'tight',
my head just isn't wired right, tired of being fired up this late at night.
too busy battling my cursed demons, to construct a verse with meaning,
the hearse is speeding, it'scatchingup...
...not again, my mind is le av in g.
every conversation is scripted, yet they fail to listen,
hiding the fact that inside of my head- lie thoughts...
...invasive and twisted.
they believed i was gifted, but that was just what my parents were wishin',
the one time i went fishing, i got hooked on the freedom...
...if i don't center these feelings i'll be listless. i can't grab the reins and steer this train of thought
i hope it derails me enough to crash me into pain and loss.
i'm done treating this shit as more than what it is,
just writing words and hoping they'll eventually sink in.
but i don't have the time for that, and truly i'd rather drown,
in order to hone this craft, we'll have to face the sound.
that if we don't change our font, we'll never make an impact
and if the colors don't vary, we're not really stating facts
we're all just...
repeating the same words, mistreating each great verse,
just pleading to get heard, misleading peers to hide hurt.
little bits and pieces of ourselves littered in between,
but even so it seems we all fit somehow in this scene.
cause i'm learning
that everyone struggles, trying to find that one diamond in the rubble,
every now and then, a gem will appear and shine light on your troubles.
the prism reflects, something menial but the mission's still set,
do what you can, and that will be your best,
you're not to be measured...
...by the medals that rest to the left.
and it seems im emptied out, no more thoughts to give,
doubt surrounds me now, should i even post this shit?
http://www.rapbattles.com/showthread...0-Bolted-Doors
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