So sick of going in
And coming out the same way
Feeling like a pilot
Always screaming, 'mayday'
So sick of feeling
Like I'm insignificant
It seems like I get along
But I feel it all different
So many words, lines, rhymes
Going through my head all the time
But I can't put them on paper
It feels like I'm committing a crime
Feel like I can write a masterpiece
Change the world with one poem
I feel it inside me, the desire
But maybe I'm just a liar
If only my mind
Was pen and paper
Every thought and rhyme written down
Never needing an eraser
What if? If only?
I've never felt so lonely
Maybe if I mind rhymed
I wouldn't feel so foney
But...what? 'Excuse'. Maybe?
Feeling so damn crazy
It's all a roadblock
But roadblocks don't make me
Sorry, I don't get high
I get down, that's how I get by
Down for whatever, better
Believe I'm down for forever
I'm clever; now I'm mind rhymin'
It's at the end, could of had better timin'
But for this moment, i'll stay shinin'
I don't get high, but it feels like I'm flyin'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem