Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
skies crack open, blessings in the thunder every drop a diamond, every puddle a come up we been duckin' shade, now we dancin' in the water
By Forest Green3 months ago in Poets
they want the glory but don’t want the grind want the applause but can’t handle the climb I been the one who stayed when it was cold
lightning in the distance, power in the veins every raindrop carryin' somebody's pain we wash it off quick, let the past go down the drain
Dawn crackin’ open, I’m already in motion Engine still hot from the night’s locomotion Text full of commas, but zero emotion
Is it me who got the city on a string? Who turned the night into a diamond ring? everybody claim they got the same dream but when it rain they all forget the team
One day the truth might catch my tail, Two worlds crash, whole thing derail, But till then I ride with the double life, One in the front, one in the back of the ride,
Got back from out of town, still got the mud on the shoes Talkin' that big talk but he don't pay no dues We in the shadows, they can't see the moves
Second line ringin', I hit decline, She on the line talkin' future and time, Meanwhile I got another on rewind, Same lies, different name, same design,
He don't see the 4AM calls, the late night texts He don't see the pressure sittin' heavy on the chest We turn the doubt into fuel, that's the flex
They say we lucky but they don't see the grind They see the highlights, not the scars left behind We in the trenches, he in the clouds
fifty days in the trap, fifty nights on the grind watch the numbers climb, every step of the climb fifty days with the same clothes, same shoes, same shine
Couple nights I slide through back doors, She think I'm solo, I got a side course, Phone on DND, name saved "Bro", But she a whole vibe, whole different flow,
