Playing Catch Up

From a crappy past, to a brighter future. It's not perfect, but it beats laying down and dying.

The clock goes around...
If only I had arms strong enough to never stop.
Time moves fast,
If only I had the heart to keep up.
I'm dropping my pace,
I'm behind in this race,
Feels like everything has stopped in place.

Memories of the past,
And my present just clash...
Before I know it I'm, last of the class.

Mr. Never-gonna-graduate,
Never gonna be a great.
Every time I tried to be on time, I was late.
Never did I have a date,
Never the right mental state.
Matter of fact I was the type who was trippin over his own lace.
Mr.Drop a plate,
Break a vase,
"Why the f**k were you born?
You could never be by my side, you're just a thorn!"
Those words collected until I burst into storm,
Those words were the type that could give an angel demon horns.
Thunder roaring from my lungs,
Lightning that struck anyone,
The rain was the tears that would run!
God, can my life get a refund?
I'm tired of being around such shallow ones!
Shallow they were,
But I was drowning inside.
Didn't have the heart to smile,
That strength felt like it died.
Matter of fact,
My soul was the food that my hate ate,
And anyone around me who acted like they had big balls,
I would castrate.
But as if I had a mandate,
I was just waiting to fade away.
I was just waiting while everything stopped,
To turn into static, black and gray.

Memories of the past,
And my present just clash...
Before I knew it I was last to leave the class.

But then I got a lift,
Something like a heavy kick,
That sent me so high,

What I thought was my own lie,
Now I felt like I could fly!

Decided I should make a change,

Why should anyone just accept to fade?

Everyone has problems,

Problems are all made!

Solutions are found,

I tried to sniff em out like a hound,

And now, the more closer I get to resolution and solution,

The more I make my own self proud.
Defy the laws which we used to bound ourselves,
I started to make sweet things like them Keebler elves.
Cept I wasn't baking cookies,
I was playing hookie,
Writing in my lyric book to catch up with other hip hop rookies.
The ejection of my hatred, led to an ease,
And when I spat out my insanity I felt more free than the breeze.
Even though my whole life felt like I was born to gasp and wheeze,
I couldn't tell you how great it was to finally feel alive and breath.
Sharp with the penmanship,
As if my utensil was an ink tipped katana.
I brought my own enlightenment,
Like smoking some good marijuana.
I could do anything,
I can do what I wanna.
The warmth has overtaken the cold like entering a sauna.
I speed write to race away from my troubled past,
And keep my thoughts positive enough to hang with the top of the class.


Memories of the past,
And what I want for the future differ,
I'm in a class of my own, of this I am sure.

Reviews

[Robert Wilson]

I love this, very lyrical. And I can relate, very much.

One complaint: Before I know it I'm, last of the class
The comma should be after "it", not "I'm"

But this is a great piece. Keep writing like this!