I want to keep writing, but I'm dying to find the rhyme,
my mind is numb and on the run, and I'm feeling so dumb,
I gave up everything for a bit of fun,
a bit of dope, that made me lose hope,
I'd grab the rope and wish to choke,
letting those thoughts soak till my heart broke.
Yeah
Use to wish I was famous with pockets of dough,
while out on the road living a life I don't know,
and that **** made me real,
I started turning down a deal, I don't want to be the one to ****,
I'd feel I was chill until someone would peel making me tilt and grab a knife wishing I could carve out their insides,
so I hid all my feelings and made myself a tranquil,
no emotions now and I'm thankful,
use to being so hateful, now I walk and I am faithful to a fault,
you couldn't pick me for a bloke who use to make loads selling dope,
Nah couldn't pick me for a dude who plays the guitar, or drives a ****** car Nah,
just wanna blend in,
just wanna be a face,
just want to be a nobody,
for no one to know my name,
and that's real, make no mistake, I could bake a cake and all you'd say is
"Thanks, uhhhh Blake?"
I Always thought I was useless until I found the truth,
and now I'm a short shot from being as good as you,
I always told myself, I could never be a star,
now I tell myself, that I should never give it up,
yeah, I'm use to getting hate,
use to getting blamed,
use to getting ****,
so I guess we're all the same.
(What a shame)
I'll fight to stay tranquil,
I'll decide when I'm tasteful,
If you don't like this little taste fool,
You can get out of my Facebook.© Kaleb Webb 2020