And I had already lost the race
At the point when the POP went off,
And the contractions started,
I was already doomed to this,
To become less than I could be,
Not standing a chance.
I feel like I just started over
And hit reset at 23, and god knows I should be there by now,
I mean I had every reason to become something great
And yet I’m late, as early as I was.
While you poets and singers are talking bullshit,
I’m talking 13 years in this game,
Too many times at the cusp of fame,
Stories I dare not tell,
Cuz they only remind me of how fucked up life is.
And sometime I wish the mission was aborted,
And the battle never had to be fought,
And you would have used thought,
Before I happened…
And how do you think I feel being thrown out of a situation I never asked for.
It wasn’t my idea,
But I was your burden,
And so I lost the race before it started.
And oh the potential was so potent you could pop it with a pen in the air.
And to be honest I just want to die,
Die so I no longer have to try,
And no longer have to hide,
From what I could do,
And the one thing I have no control over,
For neither do you
My sad sad destiny