Pawsox game / Ink

"Photo Title / Verse Title"

 

I start my day by wasting ink on my papers,

Do my best, the best that will never convince all haters,

spitting words, major verses, staying away from their inability,

hustling every day working on my rhymes and my agility,

words floating around caused the waste in the supply,

why the waste? why do I write every day? why do I even rhyme

many question thrown at me, willing to put me away,

away from the game, wanting me to quit the game and leave the play,

no matter what you do you will never see that day,

the day that you think I will quit or just fade away,

away from my dreams, waste my teens, being afraid, or lose the ability to change the same,

week points from head to toe and no one to blame,

forgot it's still me, still stuck with the same name,

forgot I was still in the game and nobody is smiling in the same frame,

huh, above all wasting is an investment in my mind,

doesn't matter what did they say, he thought, or and she found,

I will still be wasting ink on my papers, until either one of us get downed.

Done