User blog:TJBoyd/Gloves Too Tight

This is the first rap song I ever wrote. I wrote it over a year ago now, and it has been kept only in my mind. I feel if I do not write it down somewhere I will forget it. Also, I wanted to see what people thought about it or what people thought it meant.

Chorus:

I always wear my gloves too tight.

I always go to sleep at night.

Until someone sets something right,

I'll always wear my gloves too tight.

This star of mine shines so bright,

It makes me go to sleep at night.

This star of mine went supernova:

Genesis with no Jehovah.

Invades your mind.

It's a Red Dawn.

I try to find

What's going on.

Too much light, I can't see the floor.

This star power can open doors.

The key of clubs opens the lock of hearts.

The floor is where he cielling starts.

[Repeat Chorus]

This star of mine is really a sheep.

She thinks of me a creep.

Because I watched her sleep.

She thinks of me a wolf, but I'm a sheep herder.

She wakes up sees me yells murder.

The whole flock heard her.

But I'm just tryna guard her.

Can't try any harder.

I had to get beside her.

Before I turned into a Tiger!

Ok. Ok. So maybe I'm insane.

I gotta lotta problems with the cranial membrane.

But hey! That don't mean a damn thing.

Remember when I tried to help her out on the campaign?

Passed out fliers. Rocked the vote.

Never got no thank you note.

I tried to be [holy shit I already forgot what goes here]

I tried to support her.

I already deposited seven quarters.

About to put in an eighth.

But all I've ever gotten back is hate.

That's two dollars worth of my good intentions.

That never got me a cent of attention.

And that's why I...

[Repeat Chorus]

Now this sheep of mine is really a queen.

She keeps her temple so pristine.

She rests herself on two Thrones.

One is leather, one is bones.

One's a master. One's a slave.

And each one gives the other what it craves.

And I said: Give me one. I don't care witch.

I could be your domino or I could be your bitch.

Next to you I long to be

At desks that don't belong to me

And now at last, I rest my case.

This court will be my resting place.

She coulda gave me the chair but instead

she said "Off with your head"

But, either way I'm already dead.

Because I...

[Repeat Chorus]

She's the one that makes me stand. The one that makes me fall.

The one that makes me throw my chocolate milk against the wall.

And all this star, this sheep, this queen,

There's something that it all must mean.

It's all about a girl who's named... Samantha.

And that's my poem.