I'm "going hard" no I'm not alone
Ain't found a place yet to call my home
I'm hungry call me an animal
Looking at humans like a cannibal but I ramble though
leave your thoughts jumbled in your cantaloupe
I've lost hope for the past because it our future
Living in a world among leeches and moochers we call them losers, dead beats and abusers
Funny how beggars can't be choosers
But I write to save the world you see
I may not seem phased by all this gravity
So let me put this weight on you
What can a no name writer do
Write on brother and sisters
The pen is my weapon
Paper that ammunition
Make an impact on a million lives is the mission
So I take shots here and there daring and dizzy
Put my words on this paper could it be that easy?
Sticking to the grind till they miss me
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
I'm "going hard" no I'm not alone
Ain't found a place yet to call my home
I'm hungry call me an animal
Looking at humans like a cannibal but I ramble though
leave your thoughts jumbled in your cantaloupe
I've lost hope for the past because it our future
Living in a world among leeches and moochers we call them losers, dead beats and abusers
Funny how beggars can't be choosers
But I write to save the world you see
I may not seem phased by all this gravity
So let me put this weight on you
What can a no name writer do
Write on brother and sisters
The pen is my weapon
Paper that ammunition
Make an impact on a million lives is the mission
So I take shots here and there daring and dizzy
Put my words on this paper could it be that easy?
Sticking to the grind till they miss me
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