Runnin (rap)

by Dustin S   Nov 22, 2008


Accomplishment after accomplishment, I need to complete,
My own warrant sentence, before someone comes in for my defeat.
My determination, is to fix the wrongs I've spoke,
Because I was a kid and also broke.
Im just a teen, trying to survive with depression and anger,
Runnin thoughts in my mind, like a kinda flight hanger.
It seems I have followers, and I wish to keep it that simple,
I write for your all's enjoyment, and I consider all my songs a ripple.
Distracted as I am, scoliosis and sprained hand construct,
A combination with anger, that I need to solve with destruct.
Conducting my life is hard enough, plus my school punishes me,
While people bully people laugh, and then they have a fun-ish flee.
If only, if only they could know half of my troubles,
They would quit stereo-typing me in their doubles.
Being in my shoes tells me one thing, and one thing only.
That I'm not about to give up. To me, thats just unholy.

I've took the insults, I gritted my teeth,
Never saying to a soul that I had beef.
I learned from peers, that things are sunnin,
That I dont need go. Soon they can go runnin.
(2x)

Somehow, some way I will find a suitable cure,
And fix this problem from wrong to pure.
Sure Im nothing big, but everyone falls eventually.
Nobody can pass it. It goes unexceptionally.
Stressed about it all, from grades to family well being,
I regret that one time that I had went fleeing.
Experience the pain I withstain, and feel its wrath,
Only then will one know why I chose this path.
My group, harlea, broken wing, and I,
Have all felt the suffering, with no answer of why.
Like I've stated before, this rebellion set sail,
Lets hope the message wont resolve in a fail.
Yes, I do still miss a special someone, no matter.
I said we're friends for now, like some cookie batter.
This ladder continues to grow, as I try to climb,
But not make any progress, like I'm a silent mime.
It just goes to show, Im gonna fight till my death,
Even if the numbers are stacked to high when delt.
Taught by a father and uncle, on how to live,
And I must thank them. You guys, this is minimum I'll give.

I've took the insults, I gritted my teeth,
Never saying to a soul that I had beef.
I learned from peers, that things are sunnin,
That I dont need go. Soon they can go runnin.
(2x)

*This goes for everyone thats close to me. My family, friends*

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