Self

It's a poem about a change in circumstance.. There really is no way of describing it, other than the fact that it's the brainchild of a beaten soul

You said I was cold and you wanted emotion
Turned from popping zits, to popping pills and potions
For cold sweats to heated chills
From burning money fast to never paying bills

I guess MJ was right fam
Cause your girl left you and you turned to your right hand
Dirty looking magazines overflowing your nightstand
When a legendary rapper desecrates on his mic hand

And they all s**t on him but I can't

Or I won't.. Cause it's in him that I have high hopes
Cause I taught him how to rap and let go of the ropes
Told him rap is branched out like a forest oaks

Now he's lost in the woods, and he's not coming back
Can you follow my story, I won't let you ignore me
Cause this isn't a piece that I wrote for the glory
No longer can they ignore me and not listen to my story

I said it in 3rd person but this is all me
I wrote it to myself, going crazy but I need no help
Destructive tendencies are a part of my self
So in this case too much self might endanger my health

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I don't often like rap but in this case, I really do like your message & the way the rhyme & rhythm sound like rap. I like that your rhymes are purposeful, not just reaching for any lame word to fit the rhyme. I love the use of "forest oaks" which then morphs into "lost in the woods" in the next stanza. This is rich imagination working overtime here, but also telling a heartfelt message like a story.

[Bala Gorthi]

You have used some interesting words like cold sweats and hot chills,
I also like what you wrote in the end:
Destructing tendencies are a Part of my self
So in this case too much self might endanger my health.
An interesting write, clearly expressing the agony of a beaten soul.
There is some rhyming too in the first three stanzas.
Keep sharing . Thanks for sharing this one...