Lyssa True Poet - Hard 2 Make Sen$e

Said I wasn't gonna drink today
But walked right past the liquor store
Thought of you like always wanted a drink some mo'
It's been over three years I still wish you was here
Had a couple flings since but they don't compare
I'm well aware I'm a hopeless romantic
Seeing your numbers in my phone
Text me and I panic
Feelings moving too fast
Shared my poetry too soon
Emotions on the moon
Switching to another planet
But that's what what love will do
When the one you love ain't in love with you
Or could they be you haven't asked
But that's not on the table
They might uncover you
Sitting back like lazy rappers
Thinking they 'gon discover you
News flash this is not
Nineteen ninety five
Record labels stealing cents out the artists lives
Ill advised by d'evils of this dimension
Level up daily on my quest to a poetic legend
It's hard to make sense out of life
Think I see the light then it quickly falls to night
Then I'm back where I started
Mood at my lowest
Talking to you live from the mic a true poet
It's hard to make cents out of life
Having to give up what you earn it ain't right
It's an on going fight
Seeing way more evil than I'd like
But I survive through these words I recite
I use to lie on applications to put food on the table
What you mean I need experience
It's fast food you think I ain't able
I swear my mind's unstable i'm tryin' to make it peak
Remind myself we manifest the words we choose to speak
So here I am only clear solid plan
Is to hear my poetry made it from Africa to Japan
It's hard to make cents let alone save dollars
Late nights I'm Robin Hood by twilight I'm a scholar
This the only life I know
Where emotions that I feel don't reflect what I show
But that's only 'cause I keep it positive
Never dwellin' on the pain
But therapeutic to acknowledge it
Never ask if I'm a vote
Straight up I don't do politics
Experiment experience just like these college kids
Layin' low makin' music for the soul huh
Learned the barbering game
Became the hustle that's a glow up
It's hard to make sense out of life
Think I see the light then it quickly falls to night
Then I'm back where I started
Mood at my lowest
Talking to you live from the mic a true poet
It's hard to make cents out of life
Having to give up what you earn it ain't right
It's an on going fight
Seeing way more evil than I'd like
But I survive through these words I recite

Written by:
Alyssa Anderson

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