Topic: "Lost Dreams"

16 Years Old - A Bright Future
I see light in my future.. Im right blessed with a mind un-stressed about reality..
Taking tests to become a man.. No longer adoles-ant no questions of bad mentality..
And Im actually.. Almost finished school.. Who woulda thought Id really make it..
Victories on my mind, I never fake it.. Im happy with my life n how I take shit..
See Im growin up quick man.. I used to struggle with plans contradicting these.. Needless Demands..
But now I got my shit together.. I aint stressin.. Guessin Im simply destined to advance..
Blessed with the ess-ance of making something.. First to graduate in my whole history..
And I hold this honor with pride, as I begin to contemplate how pain died peacefully..
While Im Activly chasing dreams.. With plans to make 100 grand.. Through Rap an..
Poetry.. Rhyme n wordplay flowing through my veins n arteries.. Im sure its meant to be..
Mentally, my minds stubborn.. Set on one goal Id never fold.. Even with immense pressure..
Pleasure in tribulations.. Generating innovations.. While Common sence.. Shines in every measure..
(Every Measure..)

20 Years Old - Getting Fed Up
Im still rappin underground, Still working at dreams to become commercial..
Still freestylin with friends, still merking with Ill rhymes at my dispursal..
But I aint gettin noticed.. Maybe its how I approach shit.. Or the way I start this..
Still sending demo's with sick flows, but Im STILL a respected.. Low paid Artist..
How the fuck can I break this cycle.. Its sad, But Im Begginning to hate the industry..
What can I change with-in me, to make them see the message my rhymes display daily..
Its crazy.. How you can frustrate... N mold ya whole life for a single cause..
Feeling beserk needs for The mic, a pen and paper, Records and an Applause..
Bro Ill never lose focus, on my purpose, for being on this earth its..
To go insane, get rich with a couple bitches, N prove that Im not worthless..

25 Years Old - Whats the Point?
Well thats it.. Im losing hope, living chaotic with a demonic mind troubled by heroin..
Becomming un-known, A has-been at 25, live, but kicked out the rap game n everythin..
Its perplexin my brain, Im dope, but CEO's never noticed this.. My intentions to spit a diss..
Without a chance to advance cuz shit.. I was constantly Kept back by a Business suit bitch..
Saying I wasnt portraying the selling image.. They couldnt except that Im origional..
Spittin nuthin but truth.. But Record companys rather pay artists thats simply fictional..
Im pissed, I cant hide it.. Used to wanna rap, fuck a come-back.. I tried but I cant fight it..
Im sick of my life.. All I do is stay blazed.. Juz a Dazed.. Phykotic.. brain damaged alcaholic..
(Alcaholic)

35 Years Old - Another Statistic
Fuck it.. My exterior's slipping, Minds physically gone from constant tripping..
Fuck the system.. Im too old to even be fucking considered for commercialism..
It hurts my ego.. I keep my head down with Feelings of resentment and rejection..
To outlet my Inspection.. I was born to fail.. Like a mistake with no correction..
Im drug fucked.. Stuttering in every sentence.. Repentence is the only hope for me..
Struggling with pety social issues.. Cuz most my old friends are gone from an O.D..
Its only me.. Along with skitzophrenic deamons in my mind from a life of drug abuse..
See I refuse to quit this shit, addiction controls me.. Physically holds me in a noose..
So FUCK LIFE.. Whats the reason to keep going.. When ya know your a mistake..
All this drama on my plate.. I cant take no more My minds struggling with hate..
Im a por-trait of disaster.. Knowledge no-body wanted, God.. Why do I deserve this?
Im unperfect n worthless.. Trials N Tribulations of living a whole life in vein..
Going insane.. Gripping steel, thinking last thoughts before I put a bullet in my brain..

*BANG*

Consider this Food for thought, Upon entering the rap game..