Empty Thoughts 2 (Poem)

I got so many goals in my soul

But this Depression keeps taking a toll

I’m tired of writing without another pair of eyes to read

Will I get more readers if I was dead

Seems like they don’t see your work until your gone

My heart wants to keep going

But my efforts and my viewers just don’t match up

My dreams were put on halt and I’m just trying to catch up

But I’m wondering is it too late

Am I too late

Tired of speaking to an empty room

Will I make it before my death bed

Or will this led only get read when I’m on the front page of the paper

That’ll be the day my fam stop being my biggest hater

So many will lie about not knowing I was suffering

Straight bluffing for some sympathy

I’m just feeling empty

Is this just empty words from my soul

Maybe

Or Maybe I’m just making room

The Wait 3: Death (Spoken Word)

 

This is the death of the wait

Man I just couldn’t wait any longer

I had to get stronger

Waiting is never the answer

Seeing all these people beat cancer

They didn’t wait for someone to give them the answer

This is my passion

There is no crashing

No more bashing

That’s not in my fashion

Being told to wait was just a distraction

Now I’m up and ready like an erection

Looking at my reflection

I didn’t like it, I had to make a correction

Out of sink with myself like an iphone losing connection

Stressing over who like me or not like I’m trying to win an election

They had been trying to take me out the game like an ejection

But I kept coming back like a mosquito

Just kept rolling the dice like I was playing in a casino

I kept going and capturing new highs like I was playing pokemon go

I got too much of a ego

To ever let anything go

The only thing I can let go is these words on the paper

These words that satisfy all the haters

I can let my voice go off on each track

Now look at the map

This is where K went off to show he had no brakes

This is where he set the record straight

Scratch that this is where he showed that he was great

This is where he got cocky and started talking in third person

His devotion for spoken word just worsen

When he started to rhyme so nicely

It was unlikely

In the eyes of his peers he needed school to do so

School was suppose to be the tool

But K thought he was too cool

So he sat on a stool

Loaded himself with fuel

And showed everyone who needed school

Now look whose the fool

I soaked everything up like a pool

Looking so nice and clean like some jewels

Sorry I got a little off topic when talking about my troubles

Sort of like when I’m trying to think straight and start thinking about the taz angels

Damn didn’t mean to get them involved

My point of the wait 3 is that I evolved

The wait is over

Sorry for not following protocol

I’m just unstoppable

Waiting is unsuitable

I’m simply untouchable like steph curry

I usually would say meet my fist of fury

But I would like to make up my own phrase and say meet my words of fury

As for the people who want to see me stop in place

I had to crossover and leave you shook like AI crossing up M jay

I am K the great

And I will never wait

This is the death of the wait