Today im quite tired, quite too
don’t know what to do
feels like im being left behind
they got plans so kind
but in the mean time I can’t find
yes I dream, I dream and I don’t mind
but there aint no money
that’s always the first problem
it always aint that funny
study, study, study
I complain now and im
not going to run to mommy
father, father I can write poetry
it aint hard to read
not even hard to see
you’re a hard man to please
I just want to feel the keys
sit right behind the wheel
hear how that engine roars
and how it feels
going to pull some great deals
my life is going to be great
all the haters can go hate
I know I hold my own fate
even though I know i have no date
all you skaters won’t you skate
pop a wheelie so I can’t rate
what’s going to be on the dinner plate
I don’t care just I know the next day that I ate
poetry I kinda like it say things in a rhyme
without a beat in the background at the same time
I should write more
show what I fight for
write what I strive for
write for a good cause
write till I can’t write more
in the end im the one who scored
and you’ll feel sore
I aint going to say no more
yeah that’s for sure

Annons

Bilden saknar taggar

oktober 2013