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Holding Me Back (Writing Competition Song)

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Holding Me Back (Writing Competition Song)

Postby MikeNUFC » Jul 5th, '11, 01:13

This was for the first round of the writing competition and I just stumbled across it on my computer - made some minor changes and thought I might as well post it, as I never got any proper feedback on it.

Tired of being one of many, where no-one rates me
Hate being stuck in a maze with no way to escape free
And it ain't a maze of poverty, turmoil or gangwar
It's a maze of irratation, what the fuck do I stand for?
I need to raise a flag or see from a birds eye view
Because the hurt I rue could seem absurd to you
With the words I choose, like I'm against the tide
Cus this ain't a song moaning that my rents too high
This ain't a song moaning about the rough fucking hood
And you wont hear me saying that my luck's no good
You won't hear me saying I've been given a bad draw
Been given four jacks, so what the fuck am I sad for?
Should I count my blessings? Not at the bottom of the pack
In the middle playing joker, tryna stand out from the jacks
And I've got no heart to be an ace in this game of cards
The jokers swept aside and ignored; no name thus far

[Chorus]
I feel like this life keeps holding me back
And I feel like it won't let me fold and relax
And although you might feel I'm better of than you
It's impossible to see from anothers cockpit view

I've applied for Uni, but shit, do I really wanna go?
"So what? Can't feed my kid, waiting for my songs to blow"
I'm gunna do a Copy, we've got our own personal hell
From your view my life's great, couldn't be further from jail
But from mine, it's stagnant, I'm worried and nervous as well
Could be a King In Heaven, but feel like a Servant In Hell
And I'm struggling to break through this surface, this shell
Only close ones hear me, like I'm shouting words in a well
{change of flow}
I try and better myself (things seem to move more slowly)
Try to build relationships (foundations break below me)
Safe and cosy life... (NOT what I'm striving to reach)
Myself recognised... (is what I'm trying to see)
Turn up to class late (wish this life was a dream)
I really can't wait (for this Mike to be seen)
This shit's a rat race (in this cycle that's been)
A lack of fast pace (need to die to be me?)

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