Cursed Gift of Intelligence

Once again back on the mic again

million thoughts in my head thousand words dripping from the pen

lucky to have a woman who loves me for who I am

even though she doesn't understand why

every night I'm still wide awake at 3am

writing line after line in the lamp light

that's the curse of being an artistic type

I guess I'm damned to this life

maybe I'll get out when the times right

but in the meantime ill keep writing

keep rhyming keep scribing keep fighting

to see her smile even if its only once in a while

when I write her a verse but its hard

even when I rehearse a hundred times

because I'm scarred from the people telling

me I couldn't be a rapper sticks and stones may break bones

but words are sharp and will stab you right in the heart

 

Sick of people saying that I lucked up

If you don't know anything about my life then shut up

got a bed to sleep on a roof over my head

and a few new threads

but still have the same dark thoughts in my head

the scars remain from the days when it wasn't that way

bleak cloudy grey days every one of em the same

wiping the raindrops from my face

feeling corroded, eroded and weathered away

that's when I found my love for wordplay

I'd waste the time away by writing everyday

about the negative memories I cant forget

the things I did but deeply regret

the things that I wish I had never said

but in the end it made me the man I am today

When it comes to this rap shit

wonder why i gotta be such a perfectionist

guess its the cursed gift of intelligence

felt too much pain because I'm sentient

seen too much rain weathered away like sediment

been adopted at ten months old

and adapted but now the hearts cold

got an old soul and my eyes are glassy

but you couldn't see my pain if you passed me

got a terrible past gotta get past it

get a good moment gotta make it last

got to smile before i get in the casket

 

that there is my sentiment

to you it may not be relevant

but know my words are benevolent

gotta make sure my flow is elegant

gotta make sure I write eloquent

cant miss me like an elephant

I need help though coz I got like

a hundred lines that I've

practiced a thousand times

and I still feel the need to criticize

beauty may be in the eye of the beholder

but the only time I see beauty is when I hold her

a writer with nothing to write is a pen holder

hold up

 

 

 

 

 

beat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnilceL4FwU

 

beat https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZAH2uOHGb4