This Aint Rap...

This ain’t rap it’s poetry in motion and It’s the only thing I have that gives me hope and keeps me going They say Idle hands are where the devil knows you’re broken And I’m just a desperate man trying to show his emotions in my pen and pad im free to let go and be open, and. i only speak in facts and write about life at its lowest. same rollercoaster different track, this ride im on is going nowhere. so no more holding back, i'ma take control of life and own it but, it aint always bad, so when times are good i write about the golden moments its a love hate relationship we have i hate the way i let it run me over, but wont admit i love this path so i take life for what it is and keep on going cuz if i lose it now, im too fucked up to ever get it back. my rhymes are made with spit and poision moving buried wisdom through my raps I ignore the voices , always telling that Me i cant cuz They're just distorted noises where my failure keeps me trapped I knock on the door of my poor choices as I stare into abyss slowly turning black i came from the kid in the back of the class to creating raps that lock you in your thoughts Put any track that I have on your playlist and thats when you get to know lost I’m Stronger than an ancient pillar holding up the sky dropping proper words i say to inspire So here’s my heart listen to lost as I spill it I gotta get it out before I die or retire this aint rap its art thats ripped from the depths of my soul where i write about scars and pen my unspoken goals most of them will miss what im trying to say unless they really listen the words on my page i might be an old and broken man holding secrets and hiding magic but i'd be lying if i told you rapping was just a habbit its three in the morning, and ive lost track of who i am these bars are warnings on cracked windows tryin to get in my composures gone like a dimming light. im all alone and wrote a song that mimics life but i dont know if what i wrote is gonna win the fight so listen close and hold on for this fucked up ride im frozen cold with emotions but open up when i write its almost time to show the whole world whats inside from underground haze rises from the sewers like it needs fresh air to breathe somehow i relate cuz i fake like i know what im doing til fate decides the life i seek There isn’t anything wrong with lost inside of me Im just thinking way beyond the box entirely Living for tomorrow letting fate decide my life for me Ill never get in line and follow cuz I was made to be a leader through rhymes i bleed I’m lucky to even be here Cuz everyday is getting harder my lifes a dream i never see clear but i play the game to get a little farther if it were up to me i wouldnt even be here see, my life is music.... and I’ll be the martyr .....