Ya tuned into the day in the life and times of this B*tch
Sometimes I just feel like givin up and sayin f**k this Sh*t
But the Fam wont let me turn away
Thank God for these cats that wont let me go astray
I pray
I try hard to live life to the fullest everyday
But I just cant take it sometimes
So I sit down,pen and pad and concentrate on these rhymes
Im just a college student trying to make it her first year
Its hard yall cats just dont hear
Im doing good, doing my best, and trying hard not to give up
So when im down and out and need somebody to talk to I just lift my head and look up
^^
And I look down, for now, drowning in the sound of rebounding
Scratch of the pen, ask for ten crowds loud for the crowning
Stuck, found in the lost chasms of syllables...
Street prophet so lyrical, hysterical to perform miracles
Cut my own umbilical, my prayers sound so biblical
Thoughts gone cyclical, i drink sick liqour for this vigor
And they call this n*gga mystical, but to some its invisible
Impossible to be invincible, the simple say"Youre not invincible"
So instead of proving principle...I erase the space
Create to delineate, even berate to escape, deface
Just to ease hate...I breathe, just to tease fate
Lets shock and move the world and tell the rest to please Wait.
(hey, be great. - Tres)
