Poetry Collection By Alberto Michel

Look

If you had

One shot

Or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted

In one moment

Would you capture it

Or just let it slip?

Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy- hes about to preform

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now

The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!

Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity

Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No

He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes

It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke

He's so stacked that he knows, when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its

Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody

He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping

This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order- he is going to make a new world and hes going to be king

A normal life is borin', but super stardom's close to post mortem

It only grows harder, only grows hotter

He blows us all over these hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter

Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

His ho*s don't want him no mo, he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmo who flows, he nose dove and sold nada

So the soap opera is told and unfolds, I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on

Da da dumb da dumb da da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

No more games, I'm a change what you call rage

Tear this motherf***in' roof off like two dogs caged

I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed

I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage*

But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next cipher

Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper- he has to get payed for his preformance

All the pain inside amplified by the

Fact that I can't get by with my nine to

Five and I can't provide the right type of

Life for my family 'cause man, these God d*mn food stamps don't buy diapers

And its no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer

This is my life and these times are so hard

And it's getting even harder tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus

See dishonor caught up between bein' a father and a prima-donna

Baby mama drama screamin' on and too much

For me to want to say in one spot, another jam or not

Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got

To formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot**

Success is my only motherf***in' option, failures not

Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot

So here I go is my shot

Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Eminem- Lose Yourself, Music from and inspired by the motion picture 8 Mile. Eminem et al. October 22, 2002, Google, Google 2016, Lose Yourself lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd. https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1CADEAC_enUS705US705&q=lose%20yourself%20lyrics&oq=lose%20yourself%20&gs_l=serp.3.0.0i67k1j0j0i67k1l4j0j0i67k1j0l2.5162.5162.0.6574.1.1.0.0.0.0.258.258.2-1.1.0....0...1c.1.64.serp..0.1.256.5kRGqXLREZs&safe=active&ssui=on November 2, 2016

‘Cause sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak

And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up

But you gotta search within you

And gotta find that inner strength

And just pull that sh*t out of you

And get that motivation to not give up

And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face, and collapse

Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em

Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em

‘Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop penning 'em

And I am not hip hop and I'm just not Eminem

Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sending 'em?

Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom

Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop

Amoxicillin's just not real enough

The criminal cop killin', hip-hop villain

A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners

You're coming with me, feel it or not, you're gonna fear it

Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us

You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock

Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up?

Fa shizzel, my wizzel, this is the plot, listen up

You bizzels forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck

Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out

Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth

Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps

I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse

[x2]

Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get

When you real and you spit, and people are feeling your shit

This is your moment, and every single minute you spend

Tryna hold on to it because you may never get it again

So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can

And when your run is over, just admit when it's at its end

Because I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in

I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in

It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie

Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me

But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy

So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me

That's why you see me walk around

Like nothing's bothering me

Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me

You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me

The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney; Nate, hit me

Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out

Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth

Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps

I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse

[x2]

Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an emcee's heart

What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart

And it's absurd how people hang on every word

I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve

But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved

If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first

‘Cause in my heart of hearts

I know nothing could ever be worse

That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse

My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict

I rap like I'm addicted to smack, like I'm Kim Mathers

But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles

The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers

So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launching at 'em

The track is on some battling raps, who want some static?

‘Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters

A plaque and platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest

Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out

Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth

Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps

I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse

[x2]

Until the roof (until the roof)

The roof comes off (the roof comes off)

Until my legs (until my legs)

Give out from (underneath me)

I will not fall, I will stand tall

Feels like no one can beat me

Eminem- ‘Till I collapse, The Eminem Show, Eminem & Nate Dogg. May 21, 2002 Google, Google.© Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reach Music Publishing 2016. https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1CADEAC_enUS705US705&q=till%20i%20collapse%20lyrics&oq=till%20i&gs_l=serp.3.0.0i67k1l4j0j0i67k1j0j0i67k1l2j0.188101.189129.0.190024.6.6.0.0.0.0.254.811.0j2j2.4.0....0...1c.1.64.serp..2.4.808...0i46i67k1j46i67k1j0i131k1.k_uPfkR_21w&safe=active&ssui=on November 18, 2016

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink

But now I'm insecure and I care what people think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out

We're stressed out

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young

How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from

I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it

Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one

It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose

Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam

But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered

Out of student loans and tree-house homes we all would take the latter

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"

Yeah

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"

Yeah

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny

We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money

We used to play pretend, give each other different names

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away

Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money"

Yeah

Twenty-One Pilots. Stressed Out, Blurryface. Twenty- One Pilots et al. April 28, 2015, Google Play Music, Google, Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. 2016 https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tflgczyzw5lup64b4ksw7l4ccj4?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics&u= November 2, 2016

Winter arrives like bad news

I try to tell it no and refuse

The arctic winds freeze the air

I don’t want to go anywhere

Sometimes the snow piles deep

All I want to do is sleep

Jingle bells jingle, snowmen parade

Oh delicious tamales all homemade

Prayers and candlelight

Caroling into the night

Winter is here, a frozen delight

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