I think I used to be better. Maybe my apathy is a product of my personal vendetta,towards my-self. Should not allow myself to be slowed by personal distractions. My internal light is refracted. Why is it she described me as relentless? I'm not even trying,at my best clip. Already peaked in rap. I already wrote,my best spit. I'm not a sap.I'm clever. And it's not getting me any where. What gives? I told people on my facebook feed "just live". They liked the advice,but it didn't reach the one who wrote it. The man who spoke it. Am I even a man? I'm a boy. Congratulations,I'm no longer broken. Now hand the boy genius a token. And he will go play in his theme-park of potential--a ghostland. A mental waste land of most plans. Give me the drive I don't have. In exchange I'll give you an idea from my note-pad. You're not insane. And there's no reason to be so sad.. That was me actually addressing you in the audience; not talking to myself,as I often did,and you caught me at. Listening to rap,and writing, taught me rap.. And I've learned that life is a song that gets caught in your head.. And when someone you love passes away,here's to not looking at them,in their coffin dead. Not of disrespect. Just don't want that image checked, in2 my memory bank. Picture them at their best. And then we give thanks. And I could go on forever. But it's a distraction. n I don't like this rap. I think I used to be better.
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