I'm just gonna type and see what happens.. Im tired of striving I'm tired of trying Friends that aren't friends.. But you're with them till the end I listen to Jim and I think What is it like, to be him? What will it be like, when its over? I don't know, let's just not think about it and avoid being sober I try to escape what I believe to be my fate.. I run and I hide, but they're catching up. They want me back, maybe as a leader But I just grow meaner and meaner Am i morphing into something better? Or worse?
Very raplike. You touch on some complex emotions but the execution could be a little smoother. I would look at the rhyme scheme some parts are a little awkward, but most are alright.
Here's my first poem. I'm gonna call it. "Please Don't Blow My High" I am a smoker, Who's probably gonna smoke again. Lungs forgive me, I said, lungs forgive me, For the Sativa that I've put in you. Sometimes I need to smoke alone..... Please don't blow my high.... Please don't blow my high.... That's just a little taste of it.
Yeah I know it wasn't totally in time, but I kinda liked it with its mistakes in a weird sort of way so I didn't bother to fix it. Thanks dude
Yeah I know it wasn't totally in time, but I kinda liked it with its mistakes in a weird sort of way so I didn't bother to fix it. Thanks dude