The Gift
Since I was 12 years old I’ve been told I have a gift,
Sent to me by the Gods, a solution to my fists.
At the time it was something I could do on the side.
I didn’t realize this would help me for the rest of my life.
It was simple, I’d write down a few letters and key phrases,
Charting out my life as I flip through the pages.
My words were complex, not easily understood.
Yet I ended up a success like I knew that I would
I’m not writing this to brag about how I made it from the ground,
I’m saying you can do it too if you listen to the sound.
Listen to your teacher and what they have to share.
At least do them a favor and act like you care.
You can be the king of your world, or roam throughout the night.
You can be anything you want, if you learn how to write.