differences in us

The differences in us 
By Nashon kemp(me)
80 text per hour cuz we won't meet... 
Going back and forward on the phone...
Track meet...
Trying to work this long distance...
But we cant seem to subtract the difference and the drama...
Whole society going under....
12 year olds now a days being baby  mommas...
But what's this relationship worth if we don't put in work...
They say its all about the sex...
Well please tell me whats next..
The conversations be boring...
They substance I ain't absorbing...
So it's like we back to the drawing board...
Its like Sticking to The basics is the safest...
But what's the fun in being safe on first base...
When I can be stealing bases...
In the end we always asking who can take this...
When in the end we need to worry about...
Whose the safest...


Chorus
As children we say when we gonna need this...
Well you'll learn as you get older to say...
when we gonna get this right...
So as  seniors we can sit down at a table called life 
And tell all those around us what we learned and how to do it right...
But we know they only half listening...
A generation gone...
Because they wise but they illiterate...
Most never read a book for benefit...
Think of the knowledge you'll benefit...
They say the best is yet to come...
Man I tell them like wine...
It all gets better with age...


They tell me life ain't nothing but a game one plays...
Well it seems no one is winning...
All the cash in the world can't save you from those sins that you swim in...
The stage is set and the props are ready...
But are you ready to let life play you for a fool...
You know you finally won this game...
Once you empty out your sin filled pool...
Don't drool...
I crafted this rap with only one finger...
And half a brain...my heart beat was irregular...
And I heard. A Tap tap tapping in my brain...
My pad got in my Hand and my finger got a going...
So the next time u hear this just know...
My brains never going...
My thoughts so fit and translucent I can't see the trail in my brain they run on...
I can craft a poem craft a sentence...
But in all my papers I wrote its like I wrote them all in run on's...
You'll get it later don't worry...
What's the since in forgetting one's past
If you suppose to learn from it...
It's all just a play...
And none of us gets to have a full scene...
All We get is one act 
The last act will be mine 
So I'm gonna make it last...
I just wanna give a thanks to all them girls that never gave me any chances...
Just remember you shot me down so when I make it...
I don't wanna see none of your thirsty dances...