A Song For LucyA Poem by Carla VicknairThese are lyrics that were written a friend; She had really played a big role in keeping me alive.I suck at rappin Have no beat plus no rhythm, But as you read this in your head I Hope a bombass beat is what you're hearin'. So many nights I sat up Sat up wishin I could die It wasn't enough to cry But she introduced me to atmosphere So I sat and I vibed Mathematically and sporadically Counted all the methods I would utilize to survive To live one more day half-way happily. Slug always had a problem or two And he had it bad over some b***h named lucy, It's too bad he never met you. And if a molecule of my life was changed I bet I'm not the only one That takes pride in knowing you. I'm not sayin I'm saved, I'm sayin thanks Hopin this rap gives you grace At the very least puts a smile on your face So many nights I sat up Sat up wishin I could die It wasn't enough to cry But she introduced me to atmosphere So I sat and I vibed Mathematically and sporadically Counted all the methods I would utilize to survive To live one more day half-way happily. If what I'm swimming through ends badly, She'll be there to catch me. Because she's only one that's ever been in my mind And in all my fights Long enough to save my life Never judged me and I am grateful Talked me down til I was stable And I don't think I would have ever made it If it wasn't for her I need structure I need order Nah you just need love Go ask Lucy So many nights I sat up Sat up wishin I could die It wasn't enough to cry But she introduced me to atmosphere So I sat and I vibed Mathematically and sporadically Counted all the methods I would utilize to survive To live one more day half-way happily. Slug always had a problem or two And he had it bad over some b***h named lucy, It's too bad he never met you, Zeke and Xander, too.
© 2012 Carla VicknairAuthor's Note
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Added on October 26, 2012Last Updated on October 26, 2012 Tags: A Song For Lucy, Vicknair, Lyric Poetry AuthorCarla VicknairMonroe, LAAboutI'm Carla Vicknair. I am nineteen, and I have been writing as far back as I can remember. I was born with Cerebral Palsy. Writing always enabled me to free myself from the bindings of a wheelchair. I .. more..Writing
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