So Crazy, yet my reasons why left hazy.
I know me, “Days he speaks words so lazy.”
I know me “Ways he flow ain’t as elegant as no daisy.”
Life is phasy, phasing from wrongly known to knowing to write.
I need to be right, these fists are flying and dying to know who to fight.
I need to be set alight to be seen, attracted by spectacle buy tickets to me crying.
Though I’m spying on success to see if it’s alright, it looks pale and drying.
Trying to know when this frying of skin is vying for success not lying to my pen and time buying.
Pride is prying to know when I’m up in flames but that’s anybody’s guess.
I’m in the paper, but hated by the press. Print me a teen that could have been.
Baby, I think of you on the daily, my morals ain’t shady but body shaky.
Hair so wavy such a lady I think that maybe our life could be easy lately.
I need to be loved, it bites, such blight on my minds white light.
It’s a delight, though lack of foresight. Despite my flames do ignite my gravestone.
I’m complying to them but applying to beat them supplying my unfair life undying.
I’m just edifying on etiquette. Clarifying on Clarity. Fortifying my new fortune.
Success is mystifying but horrifying up close and oh does it feel gratifying!
Acknowledge me be, stress leads to a field day for that same press.
Assess the attention, Address the Advice, Repress wrongly found success.
Somewhat clean, sometimes mean, On Results I never fall but I always lean.
Need not consult the occult on how to be an adult. I need to be in a winners Catapult.
I need Attention. I need love, Not to mention, No more doves.
A Poem I wrote during my relationship, but more about my striving for success. Uses a lot of rhymes within the lines. I was inspired by the rhymes and syllable uses of this by Biggie Smalls, the rap legend.