This is it I cant’ take it no more
And as I head for the door
I stop to think, I’ve done this all before
Getting tired of this waging war
Again I hold my hands up to the lord
Hoping that he will take me, and upon my soul he will gorge
Wishing him to destroy relationships, and let new ones forge
Shit, let them burn I’ll hand him the torch
I stand strong but with holes, just an unfinished porch
No game plan for me, I’ve nothing to thwart
My life’s coming to an end, just as all must
So I hope before that time comes, I can shake off the dust
An aspiring emcee? No not me, just a pastime see
I don’t’ ever see myself contributing to the industry
A stress technique that’s just for me to help release
Mixed emotions I have about people and me
And as I write more and more I begin to include
Situations and scenarios that I think are meant for fools
But depart as I may, one piece of advice left
Anger may be subsidized in a piece I have made
But subliminal thoughts left behind, are where it’s at.