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Sometimes it's surprising,
How it's fun to do some writing,
And to spend a little bit of time
alone.

I just don't answer the phone,
They can talk after the tone,
I'm not so worried about
what they need to say.

So I wake up every day,
And then I start to feel this way
that all the People are  
really wearing me down

So then i'm walking around,
losing it all over town,
And i'm just waiting it out,
To get back home.

So I get back to my place,
You know that I don't hesitate
To quickly take myself a seat
and jot one down.

And then i'm up late at night,
And now i'm having a fight,
With this ******' keyboard
I never win.
I like this one.
Bold and bright,
It strikes at night,
Illuminating,
Giving sight,

Followed by thunder,
hidden wonder,
heartfelt raindrops,
Taking flight.

Lost for years,
with faithful fears,
always close,
Still in sight.

If I'm stuck,
Out in the storm,
I'll be home soon,
To keep you warm.
Emotion is nice.
Rope for sale,
Used once
I didn't sleep last night,
And I was sober.
That alone,
Shows I'm getting older.

But It doesn't matter,
Cause I'm fading away.
And I lose a little color,
Almost every day.
Torture myself religiously,
Call me a ******* martyr.
I met up with the devil,
And had no soul to barter.

Life is getting harder,

I don't see no ******* peace.
All I see are people,
Starving in our ******* streets,
Getting beat by the police
Can you stop the violence please?
I just want some silence, geez

I will not go quietly,
You will have to fire me.

Out the chamber,
Down the hall,
Through the house,
And Past the wall,
Out To the street,
And into Paul.
All because,
They made a call

So If you wish
To have it all,
Know if you run,
Then you may fall,
Don't waste no time,
Don't try to stall,
Stay head strong,
Tear down your wall.
Rap Is easy.
It aches not really knowing,
Just to where it is I'm going.
Yet to never have the feeling I am lost.

It's like I'm walking around,
But yet I never get found,
It's only so safe and sound,
Out on the road.
I'll probably work more on this later.
So contently,
I am empty.
There isn't much left to say.

So quickly,
I grow sickly,
Too ill for work or even play.

Still my mind,
Is in a bind,  
No matter how hard,
it is I pray,

Still I'd rather *****.
Than get out of,
my bed today.
I thought the title was punny.
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