"His palms are sweaty
Knees weak arms are ready
There's vomit on his sweater already
Mom's spaghetti-- he's nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's choking wow, but everybody's choking now
Clocks run out, time's up, over...."
--Marshal Mathers
This is the haze I'm in. There's something I have to tell the world, but
it's unexplainable.... and my pen is my worst enemy.
7 comments:
I'm first
I am so glad
So i take it you are back
okay let mii go and read it now
I dunno
Just say it
Is it the thoughts or the words to explain the thought?
I always did love that song... do you babe.. and the words will come... they always do
Just let it out sweetie...
Thanks y'all.
We'll be waiting for what you have to tell us Oh!.
I am not really an Eminem fan but I love his poetry - especially on this song 'Lose Yourself', the way the builds the imagery so intensely in your head.
How are you doing Mack? Hope good - we care.
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