Often frustrated because I get so motivated
Ya know?
Just a little elated from these ideas illustrated in my mind but never orchestrated
I get so boisterous every time I see the lines combine to make greatness
Only to escape with this imaginary ideal I created called hope
Yeah hope, not the pope
Its not something I worship but something that gives me purpose
And I was dead set on bringing it to life but I keep getting nervous
Feeling worthless because I lost my visions behind the curtains
That's why I still dig beneath the surface of my epidermis
And this is all seriousness, no games, I left that clown act at the circus
I got aspirations that reside in my inner sanctum
Stronger than Larry Lobster though smaller than Plankton
A bit ancient not extinct, still living but on the brink
Of extinction!
Well I guess that's what makes them...
So great
The feeling of obtaining success that you'll never reach
One moment its within your grasp and the next it disappears
I wish that could happen to my fears
Like my desire to never be alone even when I'm home
The only place I lock myself away from the outside
The only place I have no law to abide by
The only place I'm never safe from a drive by
Of thoughts loaded in the gun and the magazine's clipped with rounds of oppression
Not depression though it feels like that's where its headin'
But I'm not stressin'
Over these typical life lessons because I know miracles always happen
I'm not a reverend but I still preach these gospels because one day I'll be a CHAMPION!