Though we wake to motivate,
procrastination chokes out the fate,
whatever glory you would have soared in,
rattled by the un-movement and un-motivated mind
who is hypnotised by the times,
glamour and living like a dime,
got us all out our mind,
oh Lord forgive me for I have fallen to this crime,
guns ablaze up in a game,
but that **** kills my time,
bombs away one day will I choose to move or sit my lazy *** down to die
in the gloom.
I bid adieu