Sunday, September 30, 2012

Keep

It's not the pain that makes the game, nor is it the score
There's not enough of an "umph," to make me give much more
I don't think that you know, just what it is I mean
I live by day and sleep by night, and God, my soul, does keep

A heart that beats is nice and all, it makes us who we are
But take one sec and look around, and find out who YOU are
Are you the one who swings the seas and sets the moon and stars?
Or have you only one small thing, to bring, to give, in full, your heart

This verse would sound so bad in song, so sing it please do not
But spoken word, who knows, could be, a cuddly, lovely, lot
The Man upstairs is not, in fact, all cuddly, all that much
But fair He is, "I AM" the one, the only one who's just

Keepin it real is all I do, T-Rex, it's all for you
I'm reppin the peeps, without a doubt, who like to not wear shoes
You think that this po'm has come derailed, you're wrong, just let it be
For none, in all my few long years, have dared to challenged me
(that is a false statement, I get challenged all the time)

No comments:

Post a Comment