Xpression.v2

Examination of A Pride (9/3/2005)

Just turn the fucking light on and lets get to the start
I’m thinking what I’ll write on, it’ll be from the heart
I’m taking the charge and willingly playing this game
Pouring my soul out to relieve the pressure of pain
And it’s so insane watching as your faces all change
What did he say? Is his mind really that way?
I think you should pray that I don’t get near to a flame
Combustibility is what gives me this range
But do you think this is strange? A quiet kid with a flow
It’s unpredictable but we all know how it goes
As soon as rage grows, I’ll take it right to the page
I’m swinging with my pen as I write through the rage
And bust through the cage, anger cracks through the bars
Every fucking stroke represents all of my scars
It may not get me that far, but this is all for relief
I don’t need a house or a car to help me find inner peace
So, no I won’t cease, I won’t fold up, stop and leave
I don’t care who’s offended cause this is something I’ll keep
A passion I need to climb the hills that are steep
A constant reminder that I will never be beat

I can’t believe I wrote that, but damn it’s so smooth
I don’t mean to be rude, but what could I possibly lose?
Cause here in these shoes there’s not many possessions
Just a heart and a pain and this rhyming obessesion
Dictating my lessons through every poetic session
A journal to the world of my darkest confessions
But it’s no profession cause I don’t even get paid
Just a collection of my thoughts, my rage and my pain
And I’m paving my way through the acidic rain
Using words as a bridge to cross over to change
Cause things ain’t the same, I’ll find absolution
I’ll wash it away and write to get back at confusion
And take back the solution, the perfect mixture of life
Finding peace in my self with a small hint of the strife
Cause I need all that spice to add fuel to this fire
Just one more excuse for me to write with desire
So, call me a liar or pretend this is fake
Pray I’ll expire or fall victim to fate
Please raise up the stakes so that I’ll make more mistakes
Cause I can run every race, it’s no matter the pace
I’ll be out of the gates running with you in the chase
So tie up youe lace so you don’t fall on your face
I don’t think there’s disgrace in writing with passion
But it’s never embraced once it’s over examined

Back Story: I just took a flow and went with it. I touch on quite a few topics: Why I write, People’s reactions to my rhymes, the life behind the words, and the energy it gives me to keep fighting onward. I hope you like it. By the end of this one, I was so into it, that I was sweating and breathing heavily. What a rush.

Filed under: Poems