Gotta Get AwayA Poem by realmwriterIntro Chorus I never thought that I would be, caught up in this misery. Thought I had everything planned out. But every time that I try, to get away from my past, it leaves me comin in last. Vrs. 1 This s**t just isn't fair, got me pullin out my hair, I just need to get away from there. I'ma leave you in the dust, My future is a must. Failure's not an option, got a certain kind of lust, that ain't about power, or money, or greed, it's about my survival need. I got to much ridin on this now. And before I die I'ma fly so high, they'll never bring me down. I'll make you ware my frown, So I can ware your crown. This s**t has come way to far, Now I'm raisin the bar. My futures lookin way to bright, an if you git in my way, I'll put out your lights. So before I put em on the ground, somebody better say good night. Chorus I never thought that I would be, caught up in this misery Thought I had everything planned out. But every time that I try, to get away from my past, I leaves me comin in last. Vrs. 2 Can't seem to settle down, I'm always movin around, everything has been turned upside down, feel like I'm loosin ground I'ma turn this world on it's nose, that's just the way it goes. Cause everybody knows, you get what you give, it ain't about what you take, it's about what you live. Right now i'm livin poor an broke, this s**t ain't no funny joke. So sicka livin this way, ain't got a dime to my name, guess that's just part of the game. So I'ma pull my way up on rung at a time, gotta fight for my dime, so I can give my Daughter the chedda, to make betta for her what I never had. Chorus I never thought that I would be caught up in this misery thought I had everything planned out But every time that I try to get away from the past it leaves me comin in last. Vrs. 3 I try to keep myself motivated, but everything just evaporated. My future is so bright cause my daughter is the switch, that drug me outta the ditch. An every time that I try to burn down the past, it turns around and bights me in the a*s. Man I'm so sicka dis s**t, gotta find a way to make it. So damn tired of takin a back seat, Damn it I wanna stand on my own two feet. So I'ma plant some roots, an put on my big boy boots, an pull my panties up waist high. Guess I never grew up, kinda feel like a chump. But that all changed the day my Deja was born, Now Im lookin in at the scorn. I'm sick of that s**t, an all the looks too, so I tried to bury my face in the books but that ain't the way I learn. Now I'ma burn the past, no more comin in last for better or for worse, I'ma take first. Cause I can't stay. I gotta get away. I never thought that I would be caught up in this misery thought I had everything planned out But every time that I try to get away from the past it leaves me comin in last. I never thought that I would be caught up in this misery thought I had everything planned out But every time that I try to get away from the past it leaves me comin in last. © 2011 realmwriterReviews
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11 Reviews Added on December 3, 2011 Last Updated on December 3, 2011 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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