Open Mic
“I need a road to travel to let my mind unravel,
till my sorrow turns to inspiration
It’s been so forgotten that it’s hit rock-bottom
I need to swallow this aggravation
So in times of desperation or frustration
I lack the powers of concentration
My mind drifts from station to station
Like radio waves lost in translation”
An’ now I think about how hopeless I was when I wrote this
An’ only those that are the closest know this
So I’ll show this showcase to all the hopeless
An’ hope this flow makes their thorns turn to roses
Tho it’s harder for me to say how I feel
‘cause this is more honest to me than song
A song is a long entangled blog
where people are prone to sing along
I know I sing all wrong, an’ my tone’s all monologue
But I long for song with no trombone, just an a cappella jog
Where honesty’s the policy an’ burdens are to be set free
Mystery’s a blasphemy when heard of in this sanctuary
Unless you speak them tactfully, thankfully or rapidly
I don’t see a reason being for someone to get mad at me
‘Cause open mic means open-minded
Open hearts with a mic behind it
Shedding light like sight to the blinded
I'm so excited to finally find it
A place of peace no incited by violence
But instead it’s beats, writers and violins
An’ if it’s not your scene, don’t deny it
Sit back, relax, and be inspired
Is this poetry or rap? It’s undecided
Tho I don’t give a crap if I'm divided
Between the genres upon us, I just write it
so if you like it, don’t you fight it
‘Cause this is all about being ourselves
An’ taking our pride down from off the shelves
To feel liberated and overwhelmed
You can’t debate it, this world is hell
We all can tell, but why wallow in doubt
when you can take a problem and just hollow it out?
An’ I say forget fear an’ be who you are
because you're never too far to learn the guitar
So I pour out my soul right in front of your eyes
Grow from the freedom while enlightening your mind
Or get torn a new hole as you criticize
analyze an’ cut me down to size
But I got my eyes on the prize till my iris turns to gold
An’ I'm just trying’a let you know, I'm liable to show
you a different state of mind you may not already know
So if you're tired of the flow, then I’ll try an’ spit it slow
So, without any further ado
let me get to the point of what I’m saying to you
Are we all just victims in this beat-up situation?
Or do you try to keep it upbeat an’ meet your expectations?
