Fa-Q
I try and take a step back,
And accept the fact,
People might mistake my intellect as whack,
But the truth of the matter is I have an inner struggle,
But if I do enter this race ill be a winner doubled,
I don't run cause I know ill never be respected,
But I hope my actions won't ever be regretted,
I slump in my chair,
And feel between my lungs in the hope that somethings there,
I'm trying to keep a clean slate,
But I seem to hate,
Everyone so I need to get rid of some steam and vacate,
I think I got on the wrong team too late,
So tell me how long does this dream take,
I'm trippin but don't distort for klutz,
I'm searchin any corner just for short cuts,
I'm lost in a maze of shrubs,
That should be burned in a blaze of drugs,
There's just too many ways to trudge,
I got a chip on my shoulder
Without my music you might as well strip a soldier,
I'm dying inside and my upper lips get colder,
I'm stuck in a hard place and trip on a boulder,
Yahhah
I'm not sober I'm still drinkin heavily,
They say let him be unknown how much melody is such hell to me,
How can I keep up if this race is moving at light speed,
I was burnt out from fighting with lightening,
Just trying to find my dream,
I might seem a bit fragile and exposed with pen in my frame,
Little do they know I'm agile and unfroze,
Composed with one dose of sin in my veins,
Typing as I'm writing my cringe,
I catch a heat stroke from what he wrote so it seems that I can't win,
My thoughts are scattered like leaves in a windy city,
Saturns rings and shattered dreams,
All laughter seems to win against me,
I got a chip on my shoulder
Without my music you might as well strip a soldier,
I'm dying inside and my upper lips get colder,
I'm stuck in a hard place and trip on a boulder,
Yahhah
I swim against streams the waterfalls so great,
Like all alter calls I wait sit up straight,
And wonder why my father calls so late,
Why not just call not at all you fake you've done nothing for me,
You've never said goodjob I'm proud or done a damn this to support me,
Adore me you walked away like my eyes weren't still left recording,
Contorting the start assuring my heart that I couldn't accept aborting,
Absorbing these thoughts hoping to start soaking them down on this page,
Writing on this curb instead,
Just trying to write each word Griff said,
Until I leave Earth with this gift dead,
Ill write every word up on my soldier,
And grow colder but not slower,
No matter how many boulders I trip over,
I got a chip on my shoulder
Without my music you might as well strip a soldier,
I'm dying inside and my upper lips get colder,
I'm stuck in a hard place and trip on a boulder,
Fa-Q
The maze of lines and curves,
Is raised to rhymes and words,
But my pens got an enemy who's writing block,
Every time I hear that fighter knock,
I remember its imperative I get a tighter lock,
Cause I've been at war fighting this demon,
I might be scheming,
Or maybe my voice box is too tight for screamin,
I could say I've been fightin for ten years,
Or say I'm writing this in tears,
But the smoke and mirrors,
Are easily hidden behind the broken tears,
They're cloakin fears, choakin the sneers,
Tired of loopin lies,
So now I develop droopy eyes,
Wear this hat to hide my eyes,
I just got to much pride for lies,
Nervous so I blush red,
Wordless so blood rushed to my head,
Songs got no substance so I cuss instead,
I look in the mirror, shook in fear,
To build confidence it took a year,
I got a chip on my shoulder
Without my music you might as well strip a soldier,
I'm dying inside and my upper lips get colder,
I'm stuck in a hard place and trip on a boulder,