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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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"My Best Friend"
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It's hard for me to start this one.../
I figure I'll just share my heart this once /
People say I'm aimin' too far for once, but /
if I miss I'll still be among the stars with some /
clever ideas that I feel are God-given /
I gotta make it, people wonder why I'm driven, but /
it's innate man, some'll understand how I'm feelin' /
and it's that reason I'm livin the way that I'm livin' /
Never was a druggie, never popped pills, and /
never spoke about lifestyles I never lived, and /
never scrutinized someone for their opinion /
Whether it was spoken, whether it was written /
Regardless what I say, my words always gets twisted /
Even when i write, people always misinterpret /
even with perfect penmanship, I'm sick of it /
Always being the guy that's stuck having to fix it.. /
...But I feel like today it stops /
today's the day i tell people to go kick rocks /
Or go and jump off a cliff, hit themselves with a brick /
Slip and trip and faceplant into a bottomless pit /
But each time i say that ish, my morals kick in /
And i can't bring myself to hurt these so-called "friends" /
Then the cycle begins, and then it cycles again /
and then I'm back writing my thoughts with my pad and my pen /
Because i make the foolish mistake to try and depend /
on these so called friends who have no real in - /
terest in me unless I'm interesting /
Now it's easy to see how shady people can be /
I ain't talkin Eminem when I said people were shady /
But I relate to him when he writes, so maybe i'm crazy /
for leavin my emotions open hopin' for better days /
and I get screwed over everytime, I'm in a daze /
No...this can't be life, I'm in a play /
And everybody's watching me fumble around on stage /
Me and the Director's never on the same page /
But God know's my heart, so I still give God praise /
Maybe that's what separates me from them /
They rely on conniving, I rely on Him /
Him being God, God gave me a pen /
I put the pen with my pad, the best friends I ever had /
Most reliable too, because they always listen /
Always loves for me to open up and spill my business /
Encouraging my writtens, that gives me life /
I spill everythiing on pad whenever I write /
And even though I rant and I rave in spite /
of everything, when I'm finished writing I'm alright /
So feel free to judge me, cuz I run to my /
pen before a friend, I'll easily do it again /
Until I find someone I can depend... /
My journal's probably my best friend...
K1ng Eljay |
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posted by Secret.
5:35 PM
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I really like this :) You know I am here if you want to talk anyway, right?!
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I really like this :) You know I am here if you want to talk anyway, right?!