Edited - Wasted Time Read Count : 56
Category : Blogs
Sub Category : Miscellaneous
These days I don't care about the quota
So right here's where I start up
Then bring it back
Like I'm front of the line ready to bounce up.
Yeah, I may throw my back out
This weight had me feeling a little too stacked down
Yet I keep walking around
Letting these ass-hats think that I'm just a clown.
Now I'm looking for a noun
Let me just reverb what I found
Lost and around
Like a stray dog from the pound.
I don't wanna be crowned
I just wanna get sound
Just not lyrically, more so in mind cuz I can't stand this feeling of being too bound.
For quite some time, to myself, I forgot how to be kind.
Can they see it's all timed?
Every line rhymed
Playing out parts, always nickel and dimed
But truly though, this is where my heart primed.
I can't think straight sometimes
Every other person these days just seem like they are mimes.
I'm cutting loose all those binds
Letting these pages burn in the flames.