Here is the narrative, I gave in, I seen creativity, Creative things happening, Not in me, For I was always bussing, Letting off a verse or two, Never a curse, For I wanted to gift my experience points to others, Show them a few things they could do, For I can see their worth, Without waiting, I was on their ass, Debating and calculating, Angles and designs, How they can surpass industry insiders, For I definitely knew in time, They would be great, But I guess it wasn’t fate, For they were late, So I left to continue ahead of the pack, I always said I am growing, I am not the one to stay flat, But flat and standing is what they wanted back, Like I can’t convert my time, The time zone, The galaxy, Ain’t aligned like that, I could send messages, I hope they reach you right, So if you willing to fight, You will figure it out and be alright, So don’t sit there waiting, Talking to me like I wasn’t there, I am just not there right now, But you could reach me later, Don’t you give up right now, Cause you could be the one and pass me on the path, In no time, you will be on.
This poem is for all the people I tried to activate, and they never fully awake, so you kept me at the gate waiting and waiting, with all sorts of promises and never cashed in…Then time passes by and my life goes further as I knew it would, I am growing, at a steady rate, I knew it would, then they post up at my gate, and I am never home, they arrived late, hoping to this day, when will I ready to go back, but I am already far away, I can’t go back to offer the amazing things I did, my time, free services, those unconditional mentorship in which I had time to sit and have tea, I can only give you positive energy to get to the next level from a far, to get to where you wanted to be. So you have to suck it up, don’t feel sorry or be in disbelief, you got to walk this path alone bettering your self, just like me.
It’s not hard to forget, How your words meant to me, They laid in my hands, I felt the ink, Dripped, Dropped, Dried, Sent, I felt your emotions, As you wrote your soul, With your pen, Open I am left, With the time I have spent, Living your words written, I shared my life with you, Just the same, With drips from my pen.
So cold, So bold, No matter the year old, Trolls going to always troll, Until the very end, Or when a prison sentence unfolds, They roll, They crawl, Trust they will bawl, Down on there knees, When suppose to stand tall, So go ahead and cry wolf, We got headphones on, Someone invaded your system, But the alarm didn’t go off, Deal with it.
You were my winner, I bet on you all the time, But tonight something was different, You were not on my mind, Forgotten and paused, No more streaming, Your password I don’t remember, I have something new on my mind to be dreaming.
I mix these two, What an amazing combination, I see them both more than before, A unique celebration, To show passion and depth, That can lead to wealth, The power to express yourself, That could help escape the chance of death, To do what you love, To make others think or have joy, It may seem like work some days, But to it my fun to play with my toy.