"Days Go By..."

                  “Days Go By”

Days Go By When I was young I wanted to rap,

Be discovered like Kriss Kross,

Be original like Run DMC,

And eternal like Biggie,

Not Flashy like Vanilla Ice,

But real and raw like Machiavelli back then know as Tupac,

May he and Christopher Wallace rest in piece,

Because growing up I was told that whatever you dream can happen,

I guess when that memo was sent out all of the record executives were in their offices napping,

Or maybe thats why adults are birds to me;

expelling air from their mouths,

Lips always flapping,

Or maybe its because no one told me all the hard work I would need to do to succeed I found that out later on,

but in my young days my favorite subject was slacking off,

I thought life was preplanned,

I all would occur magically,

That I was predestined to turn out successfully,

And at one time I thought that if you dreamt it,

It would come true, that doors would open to some people,

Just for being you,

I figured some were born to be homeless,

Some destined to be rich,

It was predetermined who would get straight As and that some would not even know the warmth of the suns rays,

I thought it would all fall into my lap,

This, This, Or that,

Or that whatever a good person wanted its as easy as that,

But I learned later on in life that simplicity was not that easy,

There were so many opportunities I should have Would have,

And could have done,

But their was work involved and it was easier having fun,

Instead pursuing frivolous envies,

And intentions,

Engaging in an exorbitant amount of mischievous acts,

And all the while having innocent Malice intentions,

Here is my naive Confession,

Days go by,

weather your wrong or right you got to put up a fight kid,

Days go by,

Live your life but one day you have got to accept reality,

Days go by,

Sometimes I think about my life yo tell me what your think,

Days go by,

Carpe Diem,

It is your choice,

weather you live or die,

LIVE or DIE.