I step on stage
Take out my book,
Would one ever listen?
To my newer outlook.
I grab the microphone,
Scan the crowd,
Would the group in front even listen?
Imagine myself in a shroud.
I start my first phrase,
My temples start to sweat,
Would you ever listen?
I'd never reach the next set.
I step back.
You know what i'd do too well
Would i even listen?
To myself, i wont even sell.