i'm at a loose end where futility extends its hand in false pretence
self pity is lost on friends
lifes an expense i cant afford the rent so i intend to right the wrongs work
i begin to search for some meaning behind the shirt
where my heart bursts
dispersed emotions blurt..incoherent words to the cardiac beat
keep my ears to the street
tarmacced dreams recede only to rise again and compete
an athlete in lifes track meat
tryin to hail a dastardly taxi to short cut a cowards trail
pace of a snail my freshness gone stale internal demons prevailed
hopes rocked and impaled
betrayal by transparent brick wallls which resist the fall
dead end squalls maul
my thoughts which resort to wars and seemingly eternal pause
meaningless scores biased applause as i jump thru hoops
every shot raises the roof
im living proof of playground rules which create the big news
but its insular views fused by a concrete surface, ball and ring
all in all it stings
as i bounce i flinch shot up baskets grimace as glory is glimpsed
but its hopeless to think
that practice will shrink the gap of ability which could fulfill me
instilled with in me to be rid of misery but i cant physically
perform mind and body at liberty
but the conflicts arent willing to peace the puzzle the same
personality traits fuck up my game
and at the end of the day...im just another baller trying to make myself a name