2 Decades (A Capella)

The big two zero
And I'm still the true hero
Bringing pen and page
And escapades
While I replicate
The first decade

2 decades. 20 years
Motives foggy
Shoulders wobbly
Cold and awfully
So exhausting

Therapy books, like a poor bastard
Learned to become the chore master
Women don't respect a cold actor
That's an old chapter

Turn the page

Teenage years weren't all the same
Ups and downs like bipolar standing center stage
With a deck of cards

Like CMX
When the drama stopped

Thespians all around
Never knowing who would drown
Next day, high, like a kite for clowns
Fucking lights and sounds

Last day, we all sang
Tears flooded the entire stage
Enough for boats and ahoy matey

Closed painfully, was my heart
Unfulfilled with broken parts
Couldn't think to end without start

And start rapping
Spitting bars
Cart stacking
In parking lots
With lots of scars
Apartment's lacking
No room for art

Now unemployed, with one dream
Start rapping for a new beginning
Cards are stacked for new picking

To sum it up
And add to that
Subtract all that seems to crash