Song: Moving Slow

Yeah,

My Baby’s Momma…I’m stressed out!

Chorus

Things Moving slow, too slow

And I don’t know, exactly,

How fast I can go

When its moving slow, this slow

So much I can do with my time, but then

Again…

I don’t know

Verse I

It’s a stressful day at work

Sometimes I think, “what is it really worth“?

“I come in, I do my time,

And for what?

Is it worth this pain ride“?

Is my life this rough all the time?

What time and place will I find,

To feel what goal to finally achieve, though I thrive

Does anyone feel the vibe?

During this time, I feel there’s more then me, then meets the eye

How fast will it be in that time?

“Chorus”

Verse II

Your right,

To get by, I do a lot of deep thinking

Ways to counter act this mental illusion

It’s the best way and is inspiring

My goals I feel I can achieve

But I need a strong mind, and a willing heart

It’s the art I seek

You can’t be anything but be unique

You accept this as your fate

Whether to study or meditate

Someday, you will then feel free

I wonder all the time, will this ever be me?

Or is my time going to slow down in fates hand?

Like a lonely slow sink of quicksand?

Time right now is moving to slow to understand

“Chorus”

Verse III

Is it me, or is it life?

I’m slowing down, but I’m still young

I still need to fight

It’s a brutal conflict, when your unprepared

Then you become the victim of this smite

I feel sometimes, I can’t go on

I can’t figure out which ways,

To this puzzle, I walk in a maze

You feel your mind is in a daze

Troubles and worries, I walk,

I’m in a corrupt faze

My heart feels troubled, in these hollowed days

Either a sickness, or a mental disturbance

Ill takes a full control of my incoherence

My time is running out,

My life needs a new experience

“Chorus”

Does this song have an ending…?

Time is to tell, I guess…

It’s been 5 years since my Grandfather past away. So long, it happened on this day. The year 2001 wasn’t the best year for me. Though, it was the year I turned 18, and it was also my senior year in high school. I can mention a list of things down the line as far as my Domestic Dysfunctional Family (DDF), as well as 9/11, and even sports teams. Also at 18, I still lived with my Mother, but when I finished school I worked full-time. Didn’t go to college until I was 21; or have my drivers license until when I moved out of my parents house.

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