Hi! I'm up to date
Time to create
Make something great!
Bet you can't wait!
See, cause when the cherry burns
Its dull orange glow
Lights just enough to show
The lessons we learn
As the day turns
it lights up the night
all this in spite
of what it might seem
It burns like your life
and the fuel is your dreams
Lost one job, two jobs
Now my head throbs
But I won't sob
Gotta stay strong
Gotta keep going on
Don't do nothing wrong
Keep up with my chores
Knock on some doors
Keep mopping those floors
But who's keeping score?
It don't matter
Dreams shatter
Forget climbing; just stay on the ladder
And you're staying slim while you make others fatter
So go forth and toil
Feels like frying in oil
Cause you sure ain't no royal
Try to simmer not boil
It can make you pissed
With too many things to list
And there's the twist
the shock of the fist
You gotta put something down
from what you're carrying around
Try to smile not frown
Before you get drowned.

A stoic man late at night,
alone with his thoughts
Wonders if he feels right,
and atone if he's not
The stoic man has emotions run deep
Yeah, so far down he only feels in his sleep
And when that cry out from deep inside
Can hurt so much that he wants to hide
Yeah, it's a stern jaw that belies
The brilliant fear that's behind his eyes
It's a fear of feeling,
afraid of the healing
That a left open wound is better by far
Than the toughened skin of an emotional scar
Oh, in his dreams the daisies grow
The sun shines away with an ethereal glow
There can be such joy as you'd never know
Wishes to heaven that he should never go
But then he wakes up...It's never enough...
And in the harsh light of reality
the stoic man wants to weep.
but the tears come to tough
from eyes where no saline will seep
No, no, there's never enough
Oh, that dim smile he shows is just a masquerade
Just some mechanical posture in his gray charade
Played out in a place where Ego and Id
Were left behind while he was a kid
And his stern jaw, it clenches
At thoughts better left in the trenches
It's a fear of feeling
Afraid of the healing
That a left open wound tis' better by far
than the toughened up skin of an emotional scar

You dare double post in my rap battle topic
Jesus H Christ, new father, stop it
I was going to get some rhymes in this here thread
But working 40 hours a week puts a strain on my head
My hours average has double these past several weeks
Boss out with an injury, making us bleak
Not much free time to write or rhyme
But now I'm rambling and wasting the time

Staff, tell me things you've mastered
Is it the Kama sutra, or the blunted Buddha?
You may not be aware of the latter
But I'm just pulling your chain, punta

Chase and run, my mind is a spirochete
I'll spear a mofo with my car 'cause I love to cheat
I'll etch the blood on my hood to make a masterpiece
Oh, it'll certainly inspire others in these active streets

I shant repeat, One time is enough
Hope you had fun reading this freestyled typing...stuff