The Difference
Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:07 pm
something I've been working on, definitely a work in progress, not done at all, probably still have at least double what I've already wrote to finish. I have a beat in mind, which makes sense with the first 4 lines (which is why they're short) I'd appreciate some feedback. If you think it's shit, I want to know. Definitely not too proud to take some criticism.
Thanks,
Chase
It is this life, it is this struggle
It is to fall, It is to crumble
It is to get back up when you stumble
To make your presence known, To feel the ground rumble
Patience, Passion, Push the envelope till it falls
Better to die for something than live for nothing at all
So I’ll grab my soapbox so I can stand up tall
I’ll evolve, learn to fly before I know how to crawl
I’ll do it not for recognition, but a personal mission
For those who dare to speak the truth without requesting permission
For the proud few who stand as a defiant coalition
The ignition, the road block in the course to collision
I’ll find solace, find focus in the beat’s repetition
I’ll be enlightened diction written in the ink of cognition
Cause we’re slippin, spittin, pissin, on that faint apparition
Of hope, it’s a ghost, that seems to lack superstition
Through the pages of our lives a soulful story is told
As it unfolds, it enfolds all those left in the cold
Those anonymous souls, all for whom the bell tolls
Consoled, they find shelter in the hearts of the bold
It’s time to bear the cross, put a voice to our thoughts
Cause this loss is bankrupt with a terminal cost
Time to rescue the world; take it from the lost and found
Lyrical violence, kill the silence to restore the sound
still working on a hook
Thanks,
Chase
It is this life, it is this struggle
It is to fall, It is to crumble
It is to get back up when you stumble
To make your presence known, To feel the ground rumble
Patience, Passion, Push the envelope till it falls
Better to die for something than live for nothing at all
So I’ll grab my soapbox so I can stand up tall
I’ll evolve, learn to fly before I know how to crawl
I’ll do it not for recognition, but a personal mission
For those who dare to speak the truth without requesting permission
For the proud few who stand as a defiant coalition
The ignition, the road block in the course to collision
I’ll find solace, find focus in the beat’s repetition
I’ll be enlightened diction written in the ink of cognition
Cause we’re slippin, spittin, pissin, on that faint apparition
Of hope, it’s a ghost, that seems to lack superstition
Through the pages of our lives a soulful story is told
As it unfolds, it enfolds all those left in the cold
Those anonymous souls, all for whom the bell tolls
Consoled, they find shelter in the hearts of the bold
It’s time to bear the cross, put a voice to our thoughts
Cause this loss is bankrupt with a terminal cost
Time to rescue the world; take it from the lost and found
Lyrical violence, kill the silence to restore the sound
still working on a hook