the game
They say pain = gain But I'm not loving the game What a shame Had the Potential for fame Smoked my self out so now I got a routing brain My momma pointing fingers trying to asigh blame But really no one's to name What a shame They say pain is needed for gain But I'm not in love with the game Trying to not listen to Outrageous claims The only one Criticisms I'll take are from Mason Wanted to make myself Famous Instead I'm working as a nurse because I thought it would be Courageous I feel like I'm a soul wasted Set a draft like driftwood stuck in the ocean Up and down I can't control my emotions The answer must be to far in the direction To my family and friends I'll have to say Thank you to for all your patience I'm still Fighting against a Disease that isn't Contagious Telling my truth that sounds more like a fable When comes to getting help I wasn't able Freaking out because of something said on television Can't believe the power of cable Stunted in school I literally never learned how to do long division So I'm Praying to the one who was born in a stable To give me a understanding on my situation Growing up we used a lot of pan cakes mix But couldn't afford any maple syrup Man, my mom had to find ways to feed all of us and she had 6 Interning the food bank door underneath a white Jesus on abone a Crucifix Old people can't say shit, because I have a Appreciation to have a stick to play with Despite all my short comings I make people smile to my amazement Put a lot of effort in to smoking weed on a daily, but when I did I grow compliment Some how I still have hope about a girl who quickly became my favorite Not wanting to forget all the faces that now have become nameless They're Currently just Memories that's are faded tied to all the places In my life through wich I've strided I needed to escape from the nose The closest was where I hired Learned a lot from therapy, but I disagree with most of Frode Now when I'm in my closet I practice my poetry To remind me of everything I've gained Given to me though God and pain I'll be great as long as I play the game I'm losing all my shame
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They say pain = gain But I'm not loving the game What a shame Had the Potential for fame Smoked my self out so now I got a routing brain My momma pointing fingers trying to asigh blame But really no one's to name What a shame They say pain is needed for gain But I'm not in love with the game Trying to not listen to Outrageous claims The only one Criticisms I'll take are from Mason Wanted to make myself Famous Instead I'm working as a nurse because I thought it would be Courageous I feel like I'm a soul wasted Set a draft like driftwood stuck in the ocean Up and down I can't control my emotions The answer must be to far in the direction To my family and friends I'll have to say Thank you to for all your patience I'm still Fighting against a Disease that isn't Contagious Telling my truth that sounds more like a fable When comes to getting help I wasn't able Freaking out because of something said on television Can't believe the power of cable Stunted in school I literally never learned how to do long division So I'm Praying to the one who was born in a stable To give me a understanding on my situation Growing up we used a lot of pan cakes mix But couldn't afford any maple syrup Man, my mom had to find ways to feed all of us and she had 6 Interning the food bank door underneath a white Jesus on abone a Crucifix Old people can't say shit, because I have a Appreciation to have a stick to play with Despite all my short comings I make people smile to my amazement Put a lot of effort in to smoking weed on a daily, but when I did I grow compliment Some how I still have hope about a girl who quickly became my favorite Not wanting to forget all the faces that now have become nameless They're Currently just Memories that's are faded tied to all the places In my life through wich I've strided I needed to escape from the nose The closest was where I hired Learned a lot from therapy, but I disagree with most of Frode Now when I'm in my closet I practice my poetry To remind me of everything I've gained Given to me though God and pain I'll be great as long as I play the game I'm losing all my shame
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