Cracked Wall
Ever since i was young
i grew up all alone
i carried a hammer
to try and repair my home
but nothing seemed to work
until i was relieved and shown
the power of poetry
on a bet tv show
i wanted to be like them
i wanted their flow
i wanted to be happy
i wanted that code
i would've punched it in
and made the whole place blow
just to see people smiling
from the way i've grown
it's helped me through everything
and the nights that were cold
it's funny how your heart feels
as you get old
you become closed off
and you don't know the dose
that could save your life
and plant the post
a post that would say
i love myself the most.
But that could be torn down
by the demons and the ghosts
floating around your spirit
and the crazy unknown
they'd try to push you off the cliff
while your blind folded and closed
you've gotta be open
or the light will blow
and you'll be left with nothing
just a empty home.