I tell the world my problems, so no one really has to ask me what's wrong. Lost so many I thought I lost myself, what happened to Shaun? First blog post in almost 3 months I have to perform. Sick handle with the pen but there's no handle on my passenger door. I don't really protect my rhymes, you see this passion is raw. I pour my heart and free my mind because I have to explore. Crazy I always had their back, but I don't have their support. Which makes me wonder if I really ever had it before. And I'm starting to see that lately it's been happening more. I keep sharing things with the world that I'm not glad to report. I've been telling so many secrets. But Tai told me so many need it, to someone it's reaching. Some people need it so I write for them. I write for me, I write for you, I write for us. I write for peace, I write for truth, I write for love. I write it all, I write for everyone, I write too much. I write for fun, I'll write for funds. I write for moms. I write for sons. Writing for Suns like a Phoenix reporter. Avoided her dad cause I ain't seen with his daughter. I fell so hard I'll always feel a need to support her. I'm tired of keeping it cordial. It's not the same and I can't be here to force it, tears leaking like faucets because she no longer cares to see what's important. What matters to me no longer matters to her, dammit I told myself I'd stop rapping bout her. Spilling way too much of my heart, it's like my nose bleeding. I was just treading water but now the flow's deepened. I'm soul seeking on cold evenings for no reason. Wrote reasons through prose preaching, scroll through and study those teachings. Cooking food for thought, showed you the soul's seasoned. Cultivating for the culture yet vulnerable to vultures. Shelves of food they've been shunning, while delving into adulting. The stealthiness has been stunning. Assimilating assumptions. Predicating production. Dre defensive as Drummond. Playing with the plumbing. Jalen with the junction. Cadence of concussions. Explaining literally nothing.
Every single one of those lines means something you probably never caught. That was just me getting lost and shuffling through my clever thoughts. Fighting depression but for this battle I'm well prepared, catch me in the forest fighting a grizzly, better help the bear. So many people said they'd always be there that are never here. Treading water, the Sharks can smell the fear. My spirits were rising until they fell in tears. Silently hoping the help appears. But really who the hell can care? Very few people I tell I'm scared. My mother can tell, she's well aware. She held me and she felt the fear. I broke down in my mom's arms. It pains that they're all gone, I pray that they're all strong. 4th down and I'm going long. Hold up, where you going Shaun? Slipping in sports references? Save them for another song. Every time I spit, my story and the truth are told. Run it back off rip, Hester in the Super Bowl. Flow wishing and wavy, I well write. Run it back like Reggie Bush and Lendale White. Run it back with a throwback, U(S)C where the flow's at.? That's line art (Leinart), they sleeping on me, won't peep the way that I wrote that. I'm sensitive in my art, and I exposed that. Deep cuts of food for thought, these some cold ass (w)raps. I put my heart in these projects, word to Kodak Black. If you're from Broward then you know that snapped. Let me continue to run or throw that back. Back when I was 16, spitting 16's for Noelle. Before I ever knew I'd do this rap thing so well. Or sew well, cause that's how it seems. I've been rapping my dreams. These rhymes are well tailored, ain't a snatch in my seams. I was chasing tranquility but I was captured by screams. Simultaneously painting pictures as I sketched out my schemes. And as I'm typing I'm like yo this is really happening, I can really rap again, look at how I smashed the pen. I'm showing you it's Showtime, with the pen I'm Magician. I start feeling Penny and give my Heart Away. Oz told me be careful about giving my art away. Raising these bars and giving these bars away, that's Foster Care. If you caught it here, take the bar and toss it there. I'm ringing dumb bells, my mom would rather not read the stories that her son tells but I can't wait until the day her son sells. Out an arena, with fans clapping and screaming so I can explain through rhyme that I really rapped for a reason. Lyrical artillery, triggers clapping & squeezing. Cool calm, & collected, bickin' back and believing. Brought it back to recite that I really rapped for a reason. Amazed and amused by myself with O chilling, laughing and cheesing. I'm painting the picture so clearly that I'm making em see it. Cause I'm never making believe, I make em believe it. Told you you can trust me, then I made you a believer. But you can't tell me nothing, cause I'm telling all my secrets. I'm in love with my favorite and I'm telling all my teachers. Jumping in the game when I was yelling from the bleachers. Told you about my pain can't wait to tell you through your speakers. And I wrote them in public, you can tell that I'm a speaker. Wrote it and let you follow it, it's clear that I'm a leader. Inspired you and put God in it, technically I'm a preacher. I've been sending letters but they're never gonna reach her. Thought she'd be his mom but now my son may never meet her. Stories on the timeline, I'm lyrically a tweeter and every once in a while i sneak a lyric in between her. Feels like for months I've been lost on a tangent. I was in the middle of the ocean writing songs from my cabin. Lately I've been playing 2k while talking to Madden. Hall of Fame bars, I never play Rookie. I'm eternally grateful for where the Wave took me. I'm commonly taken for granted and it gets on my nerves. People have treated me in ways I feel I didn't deserve. Life was trying to test me, I was missing her curves so I turned my phone to a setting in which it didn't disturb. Make my life into a movie, flip the script with these words. Orange you glad I've got the Juice? You know that tandem is strong. Bars out of this world, what planet I'm on? Rambling on this tangent I'm on. I kill my sadness with my happiest songs. Got lost while shuffling through my thoughts so I gathered em wrong. This is only the first verse of What Happened To Shaun.
Was feeling weak, I couldn't front. I didn't act in this song. Wrote myself out of depression, I'm back and I'm strong. This is the story of What Happened to Shaun...
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