A lion can be load with his roar,but a writer can wisper just as loud with his soul.A Poem by A.G Franke(refrain) This is my life spoken though paper and pen, Ya, this is my life, spoken though paper and pen. A lion can be loud with his roar, but a writer can whisper just as loud with his soul.
Just a boy trying to be a man. Thinking I'm he-man, thinking I can do it all. But here comes reality, here comes the real world. Don't know what to do, don't know what to say. As I'm thrown into full blown confusion. Hoping for hope, but that's a delusion. Can't make anything work, no can't make anything work. Blaming myself as my conclusion. As I mellow in this abyss of my own self-incarceration. More torn up and messed up then this damn Government Administration. But I gotta get out, oh trust me I'll get out. Just gotta man up, find some determination. Doing the best I can, trying to find some inspiration All day going 110% balls to the walls Gotta grab my chance before I fall.
(refrain) This is my life, spoken though paper and pen, yes, this is my life, spoken though paper and pen. A lion can be loud with his roar, but a writer can whisper just as loud with his soul.
So tired of fake friends and two-timing hoes. What the hell I've been through God only knows. Tired of liars, and snobs, and straight up prick. Now my life is falling part and there's somethings duck tape can't fix. The pain, the hurt, all the broken hearts. Friends and family, in heaven a lifetime apart. Now I'm living in a world with no morals. Ain't got no love, only hate, only quarrels. But I'm pushing through with all my heart and all my pride. Don't doubt me, oh no don't doubt me. I may be young, but just wait and see the potential I have inside. So along life I'll no longer sag, no longer drag. Gonna make something of myself before I die.
(refrain) This is my life spoken though paper and pen, yes this is my life spoken though paper and pen. A lion can be loud with his roar, but a writer can whisper just as loud with is soul.
These times are so hard and it's getting even harder. Cuz this ain't no movie, ain't no "Boyz to Men" Don't claim to be perfect because God knows I sin. But I do the best I can by the end of this pen. For this pen is my weapon. This paper I'm straight up tearing. This paper seems to be hissing by the emotions it is sharing. As this paper itself seems to be blaring For sometimes the loudest noise is but a whisper. So this souls escaping, through the hole that this pen is gaping. Gonna keep the heat a coming, cuz I'm straight up fired, and straight up inspired But I pray to God I don't burn-out or spontaneously combust. For it's you in you oh God I trust. But I guess this story is told and unfolds, as the beats goes on da da dam da dam da da.
This is my life spoken though paper and pen, yes, this is my life spoken though paper and pen. A lion can be loud with is roar, but a writer can be whisper just as loud with his soul. © 2011 A.G FrankeAuthor's Note
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