The crowd screams encore
As the rapper seems hardcore
The sweat shines in the spotlight
Hearing the screams, a great night
The mic grasped tight
With these words, he starts his fight
Traveling down the path of his mind
Showing everybody his wraith
He's bout to stop time
Reality hits hard
As he walks off stage
As he finishes off the second page
Emotions run deep
The veins in the words are delicate
A wrong mark, and they will bleed
Tears or Fear?
It's only the beats you need to hear
Whether it's from your heart
Or from the music
You just gotta tear it apart
The second chapter has been complete
My dedication, not the money, is what pays
This is the end of the second phase |
Submission Name: Poetic Minds.... Part 2
) I find it easier to sing, than to say it. Juust the fact of taking your words...your own "blood" (so it seems) and throwing it out there is nerve-racking. Wondering if they'll hate it, love it, but then wondering 'why the [censored] should I care?' But the rush, oh the rush of performing is worth every minute of nervousness. Alright now I'm starting to ramble, a good second piece, tell me when the 3rd comes out!