I’m bored of carrying around and
Unwell for inking my pages with it,
It’s true, there won’t be smoke with fire
But how can I ignite when my heart’s tired
With all the words running through,
I’m even afraid to sleep, because
What if I don’t get up and take a leap of faith?
As I’m tired of writing and put up shows
But I will be through it in high or low,
I need to jot down, as they’re paying heed,
Not only them “I am the best” that’s the need.
Since being a Kobe and Slim’s disciple
All I need to be in a continuous motion
As Giving up was never an option,
Lingering around with tired, burnt feet
History is in making, through the sheets.