A lame boy; they say I be Low-pitched guy?; yee' that's me been a lame boy since I was three Dull and placid; unsatisfactory
been a quiet boy; since I was born Psychopathic; and somewhat tough Sail your ship up-north; I go offshore A prodigal son;... left by his mum; at the age of four
Sometime I'm cool; sometimes I'm warm Father wasn't sure; if I was sane or not Thought my abnormalities; equals 'dull So he left Up-North where he'd be bother-not
Father's gone; mum's living rough Doing enough stuff to rid the boy off..... the black hole living in the boy's thought Cos' everyone gets lost; crossing the boy's port
Afterward; I was left in this dungeon Life raised me to this lame strong boy A lame boy; raised by rain of dirt All he's ever taste was the opposite of joy
This lame boy will soon find joy I'm lame for sure; but my feet are strong My mind find words when my hands are bored My heart finds love when my head's at fault
When you bring me stress; I'm turning blind Cos' this lame boy seems to find Peace in the loneliness of his mind Seeing the path ahead and behind
This lame boy is ****** enshrined Prodigal and divine; a boy you can't confine Cos' money or ******* doesn't define his mentality and the way he grind
I'm that lame boy; that you hiss and judge For my writability and use of words While you nuisance spew sh*t and sort I do my lame stuff; Yea; I sit and jot... And then I pour.....; my state of mind; in a distinctive thought
Well; I'm a lame boy; I only look upfront I don't care if my root; is clean or not Don't mind if my boot is filled with mud Only focus on my dreams and things I sought
I'm a lame boy; I've seen the sea and shore Crawled this earth from south to North Been in this world before 94 Before Abacha ruin the course; of this Nation more
Lame boy this; lame boy that 'Lame boy 's ****'; 'lame boy 's bad' "He's lame and dull; he can't attack" "too rough and poor; he's not my type" Well; this lame boy doesn't care 'bout Words from your lilly-filthy mouth Cos' this lame boy is now an OG; yes! An Original Gent; who is God-blessed
in every broken dream, there is an abundance of possibilities waiting to be explored. in every grave misstep, there is a new chance to stand up and try again. in every lost soul, there is a compass waiting to lead the way. in every tiring day, there is solace and comfort at night to lean on. in every doubtful thought, there is proof of certainty waiting to be seen. in every guilty conscience, there is someone listening, someone who is ready to accept any change of heart.
in every doom, there is always hope that will eventually rise. rkc / apr 23, 2021
I'm so passed overthinking My overthinking over thinks The thinking I'm overthinking To the point I'm thinking over What's over thought and I thought I was over this Just didn't think it over enough dilemma dilemma yeap Hold on we're in for a bumpy ride Airwaves collide I'm pretty sure we've been here before I'm confused What was the thought Somewhere amongst this chaos I forgot the original thought Now I'm overthinking A thought that can't be found Wait wait Oh yes I remember now The thought was simply Peanut butter or jelly On the last piece of toast So both Or one But which Rock Paper Scissors How do I answer this It's an impossible equation 1+1 is good 1+the other is good 1+2 makes 1 But I wanted to share it with you So now there's not enough Either way So what do you prefer Before my brain cells implode Giving up on the hope I'll ever make a decision That will justify the reason Why I'm overthinking What to feed you for breakfast in bed Maybe just coffee... Wait which brand? How strong? More or less sugar? Too much creamer! **** it I'm going to work Everything ***** When over-thought thoughts Become thoughts we've been over Overthinking themselves Into non-existence And I forget how I started this conversation with myself Or what it no longer pertains to What was I talking about again? Oh yeah do I have everything What did I forget Wallet Keys Phone Socks Shoes Pants Shirt Necklace Hat 30 minutes later it'll remind me I woke up hungry Couldn't decide what to feed myself It's too late, I'm late for work
I stand between myself and this constant struggle it goes on in my mind without end, when you sit before the mirror and see you're not always the one but that just might depend.
I can once be allowed to rest these bones, true talent comes from getting back up even when you fallen and you're alone.
It's this path I'm on, it twists and turns. When I'm sad does it not show? Tomorrow? It's faster than the speed of light, Past is still here yet I'm well beyond anyone's sight.
You get lost in truth or fiction and decree it's following you though it'll always be the one to let me be. I'm here in the shadows yet you see me aware-you got me caught in the hatred-lost in a path that isn't fair.
If only we had tomorrow, a million tomorrows! I would sing to the sun and breeze that yesterday would become a mystery and I could still keep all my memories! But tomorrow never changes from today.
I guess that's what they all know-once it comes to the end of the play...
I just want to say I'm sorry... I'm sorry for the way I act at times. I'm sorry for the things that I say that I don't mean. I'm sorry that I act like I don't care even though deep down inside, I really do. I'm sorry for the ways I feel things too much. I'm sorry if you find me so difficult. I'm sorry that sometimes I struggle to say how I really feel. I'm sorry that I turned out the way I never wanted to. I'm sorry that I get so scared of being left behind. I'm sorry I push the ones I love the most, far away at times. I'm sorry that I get so vulnerable, that I can't control my feelings even if I wanted to. I'm sorry if I hurt you without meaning to. I'm sorry that I get so angry without knowing why. I'm sorry if sometimes I cry for no reason, I just don't know why. I'm sorry I feel things more strongly than others do. I'm sorry I still struggle inside my mind, I'm trying my best to be better I promise you. I'm sorry I'm still battling the same demons years down the line. I'm sorry I let them win and let them get to me sometimes. I'm sorry for all the hurt and the problems that I've caused. I'm sorry I didn't mean to be like this at all. I'm sorry if sometimes you want to get away from me. I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like I didn't want you around. I'm sorry my mind is so messed up at times. I'm sorry if sometimes the things I say sound like a web of lies.
I never wanted to be like this I promise you. I never wanted to feel like a burden to people, I guess it's nothing new. I never wanted to push anyone away, but sometimes my fears get ahold of me and I can't stop myself from hiding away in the dark corners of my mind. These feelings I have are not normal I know. Sometimes the rage builds up so fast inside me, I feel like I would explode into a million pieces. The past keeps coming back to haunt me no matter where I go. That face of evil, grinning, smiling and laughing at me in the dark. Reminding me of the horrors I've tried to leave behind closed doors. I'm sorry I'm a walking, talking, disaster and mess. I just wanted to say I'm sorry I sometimes wished I never existed at all. I'm sorry for saying sorry so many times, I guess sometimes I just need to apologise at least 100 times, to make me realise just how much the ones I love really matter to me deep down inside.
Being strong has nothing to do with strength. It's about your ability to adapt to And overcome obstacles. If you look at it like that, Anyone can be strong. And with all the challenges We face this year, you'll have plenty of practice.