Tomorrow

[mcZu]

Old verse, feedback appreciated.

No fin in sight, (yet) I swim with sharks that bite
Not a thing in sight; just darkness in my eyesight
Looking for that thing –tryna feel fantastic, aight?
(Yet) the only thing I get, is Fester’s drastic habits –like:
(See, four) –of those path ways collide there
(But) when I arrive the coalition slowly slides into a stair
(Naah).. It aint fair –mo’ like sad
Mirror said; will I ever walk a straight path... (Or)
(Am I) cursed to circle ‘round this rotary for days –fast?
Tryna brake...
But the cue drowned in the pool –is it fate? (Or fake?)
Mo’ like a wet slate without the ink to engrave…
Will the future hold my end or grave? (Probably both)
But the present presents something past the past
(So) Take it as a gift; in case it all shifts –fast
Leaving you dwarfed on the Benjamin’s (like.. shit)
This again –tomorrow aint something you want to be in

[gutawafang]

Damn, clever wordplay and nameplay man. Cool shit. Inspired me to do more punches.

[mcZu]

Thanks Guta, appreciate it.