wasting my talents

whenever my parents are screaming

i feel like im dreaming 

seeing the light in my mind but there are no lights beaming

dont waste your talents the ball you can throw is seaming

playing since i was 6 but not at the best park 

we played like fish but others played like sharks

our bats were worn but others had marks

dont waste your talent but i dont want to join 

im not the boss then lets flip a coin

you took my communication from the planet

i want to complain but my mind is saying to can it

dont waste  your talents but you havent seen what i can write

you think im wrong and going in a different direction but im right

i dont wanna go back to that program where everyone would just make fun of my hands

just because my batting gloves couldn't fit i had to use the sand

but now i want a new lifestyle to start my own band

but my secondary creators dont believe in a secondary job

but all my siblings do that but they dont act like snobs

i just want to do what i wish 

so when my mom asks me what do i want to have i want to say let me make my own dish

if i waste talent then practice makes perect

for another thing that can make only me pleased but its worth it

because everything i do automatically has to please two other people

i thought it was my life turn into my decisions ill still keep the same thoughts and religion and the same pupils

my parents say they dont have anything else left  but their youngest one

i want to do what i want but please my parents my talent can be wasted destroyed used but still life being forced on and pushed isnt no fun 

sometimes you dont know what is your number one

sometimes you dont know what is gonna happen when youre done

pressure only on what should i do for a living and its a ton 

the second son