One Mic

I  can give advice but not take it myself?

What's the point of the luxury of knowledge and not indulge in your own wealth?

Why do I hang my problems on the top shelf to tend to the person who first calls help?

I should do that for me and nobody else.

I say I ignite the flame, but I've just been the one to melt,

I can speak to you and make you feel great but that's something I never felt,

I'm not sheltered,

just more exposed to the truth,

so I judge myself dude,

cause I would never take shots when your backs turned like John Wilkes booth,

I've been a thinking Lincoln that this lifestyle won't keep me a float

so I'm slowly sinking, can't help to have some girls winking

but that doesn't build confidence just pressure,

to measure up to the big man on campus,

and not feel like sand, dust in the wind a million of me Tryna win

in a everlasting game that only ends at death so people feel forget life`s test

to avoid the stress that it can cause,

All I need is a pause,

a voice,

an ear to listen,

a mind to understand,

my own head in command,

a fan who appreciates what I preach cause I went through it,

 someone that wants me to feel better and deals with the fact that I can lose  it,

Im sensitive,

but I'm pensive about my lyrics,
so when you hear it don't spare for the clerics cause this soul has nothing to heal,

just battle scars that life wants me to feel,

you fall there's a lesson to learn,

do it again that's another bruise you earn,

do it once more it becomes permanant,

and it hurts when it's the only thing you look at

so you wish you took back that fact that you fell and hell you weren't man enough to get up on your own,

don't be surprised you feel alone,

everybodys need a partner in crime,

it takes time to find the right one,

son it might take you a while but it's worth all the while.

Take the loss with a smile knowing you'll get better,

cause if you think it'll get worse and lose confidence,

then your going into deep waters and only get wetter.

Theres no love,

just when push came to shove you became isolated,

and this talk should've been done but it's just outdated,

take a second and breathe,

think what's really going on in your mind,

life is wasted but not how you spend your time

so I'm using this one mic tonight to shine light on those who can't see my sight

I'm a visionary but it tears me up,

the anxiety it causes,

I've lossed it so many times that when I'm reloaded

nobody wants me to show my face,

so I retraced my steps to the emotions that I got left,

and what was left was the shell of A man.

A Man who couldn't get his prejudices abolished,

Im all gassed up but emotions have been solid,

I do not want to be polished,

just acknowledge,

I am hearing more wrongs than I do right,

but how can I be so persusaive on just one mic?

 

 

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