so you think you can rap.

part 1.

every second without you feels like a day,
and i can't help thinking you're just pushing away.
just pushing away, and leaving behind
the people that care what's going on in your mind.
defined: you think you know how this goes,
saying anything it takes, but with nothing to show.
and just like the others, you're afraid to let me in,
you're only gonna get burned again.
but no, i know how it is, you just want to give
everything that you have to give,
hopin' and prayin', but the whole time just waitin'
you keep on giving knowing they're only takin'.
until everything's gone, just like that heart of yours,
thinking it doesn't get worse, then they walk out the door.
and those walls you built are dust on the floor.
...

rap is like poetry.
i like to rap sometimes.
i never write it down,
because usually they are lame.
except, i saved this one.
i'll finish it one day.

gangster.