Blank Mind
I hope you enjoy. To my capos
Being honest, I don't even want to write anymore.
It's like the flame I had doesn't burn as bright anymore.
And every time I pick up a pen, or a pad I can't write!
So I just stop and walk towards the door.
Call me a quitter! Always in last, never a winner.
Why I'm in a room of pros, I'm the only beginner?!
And I'm always the most loyal and faithfully following rules,
In all of my circles I'm still the only one that's in school.
But now I'm in the world and ask myself "What's my reason?"
Yeah high school was cool but everything has a season.
And dreams of not being the legend I'm expected to be
Wake me up in cold sweats when I'm supposed to be sleeping!
But I,
Bottle it up, get back to my life.
Make sure my capos and my family survive.
Because I can't afford a loss.
So tell me...
What do you expect from a boss?
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