Fun and Games

in #poetry7 years ago

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Gather round all souls young n old for the story told

What used to be fun and games just sounds like noise now
jus like he used to be a boy became a man and put those toys down

Somehow he forgot about the little things to worried about the big ones.

like what the fuck is income
and where am I supposed to get one how do I protect my kingdom from thieves and scoundrels when I don't posses the wisdom to beat them in battle completely baffled.

So he travel the land with his back pack and sachel trying to sell his stash pack of rap tracks and cashews and if he passed you you probably look at em like an asshole acting like em asking you is such a big hassle

But thats how it goes and thats how its been we can make it to the moon but we can't make friends and we all wanna eat but we cant break bread cause you can't shake hands with this man till you make amends

What used to be fun and games just sounds like noise now
jus like he used to be a boy became a man and put those toys down

Somehow he forgot about the little things to worried about the big ones.

Like, why's it always gotta be you on top of me when your monopoly is the source of my poverty

Can't think can't eat can't sleep
cause the money hungry monsters keep haunting my dreams

All I wanna do is breath and all I wanna do is speak and have a normal conversation between me and my queen

But this is how it is and oh how things change used to be a prince spending days playing games

I lived for the hobbies the dames the past times the sounds the smells the pain the laugh lines

Good or bad its was all the same
But now we know to take what you say with assault of grain.

So I changed turned the page to the last chapter listen to the laughter it's telling you to grow make your own ever after and start takin control let your heart take you to the places you go.

What used to be fun and games just sounds like noise now
jus like he used to be a boy became a man and put those toys down

Somehow he forgot about the little things to worried about the big ones.

My pen and pad outlast all your trends and fads count all your possessions and compare them to the friends you have.

Can't resent decisions from the past you could live forever but youll never get them back.

Its either that or you can sit around and think about all the great things in life in which you chose to live without.

Sky is bout to fall the markets come to call rod n ring pendulum swing steam rolling the ball who's holding the bag collapse coming rip a hole in the flag

Deer jane doe letters money put the buck in the stag descriptive John Hancock jus jotting the tag
Hot as the magma ringing the sound It's jus a game of kings and crowns and I'm bringing it down.

What used to be fun and games just sounds like noise now
jus like he used to be a boy became a man and put those toys down

Somehow he forgot about the little things to worried about the big ones.