30 July 2012
"You can't write, what is this dribble" "Who would want to read this?! " "Are you serious!" "Don't quite your day job..."
They say with words of melee turning my world grey in disarray, inside I bleed and I pray Please can I drop to my knees if I stay, I cannot quit I can pay Sometimes it's the pain that I need to feed and empty up my slate It's what I believe... have no time to grieve make me great Overtake, no self pity I can make...
So I jump-start my heart focus on my art, ripping through page after page As I Spark, I arc and aim directly at your heart as I'm interlectly injected creating new words until you're infected and inspired by my message
You Can't Write • Opuss № I