Broke Guitar

Yo, I walked in the room, vibe was tight, Had my axe in hand, ready for the night, But my dude trippin’, man, what a sight, Hit the floor hard, now it’s outta sight. (Verse 2) Strings all snapped, wood cracked in half, Had dreams of rockin’, now I'm just mad, You don’t mess with the sound, that’s a cold hard fact, Now I’m feelin’ like a king without my crown intact. (Verse 3) Had late-night sessions, we were spittin’ bars, Now I’m stuck here countin’ all my scars, Thought we were tight, guess I missed the signs, Now I’m just a poet, lost in these rhymes. (Verse 4) Fix it or forget it, man, I’m torn apart, But I’ll rise from the ashes, that’s just my art, So next time you see me, don’t you play like that, Respect the craft, or you’ll end up flat.