imsurprised

I look around and see some talent
But I'm still surprised
I'm here to make a ballad and the others writing lies
Saying something malice
What a tough disguise
Everyone's now a savage, 21 didn't die
I think it's hard to find a balance
In these different times
Easy to hide a chalice
Red cups in your eyes
Not much for me to manage
I keep in time
Others might need a bandage
Before their demise
Coming through like a package
With my own design
Not really to reek havoc
But to give you what is mine
Bring it forth with a passion
In this dying times
In the booth with a fashion
And I'm crying mine
Too focused on living lavish
They be lacking rhymes
With a watch they can brandish
They don't even know the time
I kinda know what happened
So I'll bestow a line
And I live through a passage
Now I'm lost in the rhyme