Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Is it worth being me??

No more games, I'm a change what you call rage
I was playin in the beginnin, the moods all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I've kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
it's no movie, there's no Makai Pheiffer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only m*********n option, failure's not
this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got saying..
stay away , keep away,
just break it like and throw away cuz
one for the trouble , two for the face ,
being like me is such a big disgrace!!!
one morning i shoot up from the bed all dreaming ,
what , late in the night , i did was wondering
going thru' my books , i think was something
compared to the threats that all am facing
is only to believe that im good for nothing
or rather get ready to face the wrists all that are eager for punching
its like am nobody in this world
that can see like a pearl that is hurled straight right at me
was it worth the effort i put into being me as somebody
who could change the stars all in the sky by
simply just trying like saying....


Matt said...

super post.. totaly agree with the the first saying. there's no point in crying over spilt milk.. one needs to move ahead with the good memories.. nice blog..

Annu said...

hey thanks..n can u intro urself??