A Day with No Week Essay

Submitted By Halo12216
Words: 1013
Pages: 5

Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone...Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? Like I'm reaching out for you... I'm just so fucking depressed..I just can't seem to get out of this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumpsFell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up.In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up being in the position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit or come to grips With the fact that I may be Done with rap, I need a new outlet. And I know some shit so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow, but I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, lets trade shoes Just to see what it be like to Feel your pain, you'll feel mine We'll go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes Don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you...Don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor, everything 's so tense and gloomy, I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room just as soon as, I walk in, Its like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact, Cuz if I do that, then it opens a door for conversation, like I want that! I'm not looking for extra attention, I just want to just like you Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom. I don't need no fucking man servant, Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack, and half of them ain't even funny like
"Haa! Marshall you're so funny man you should be a comedian god damn" Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell, Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta to walk no thousand miles In my shoes just to see What it's like to be me I'll be you, lets trade shoes just to see what it be like to Feel your pain, you'll feel mine We'll go inside each other's minds Just to see what we find Look at shit through each others eyes... Don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you Don't let them say you aint' beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves and flip them don't expect no help Now I could've either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed, get up and get my own I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags Or sat on the porch and hoped and…