My Super Weakness

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So, I thought I'd give rap a try. In which I've learned a few things: 


A.) It's so much harder than I ever gave rappers credit for. Really, it is.     I had to record it at least ten times, to get it to how it sounds here.  And trying to get the allusions right, and to use the right rhymes that fit to the pace you want.  Very difficult.


B.) It's kind of a rush though, trying to keep pace with the rhyme in the piece and the natural rhyme created by the voice, that you hadn't counted on being there, if that makes any sense  


C.) And finally, by posting this, I now know, that I'm truly unconcerned with embarrassment lol..


And here I was earlier today, thinking how easy it would be, hoping that I sounded somewhat like the Streets, without the accent of course haha.  Which, as a side note, I had the inspiration for this when somehow The Streets "The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living," happened to sneak past the thousand or so metal songs and get a chance to play their song for me. 


Just wanted to do this, so I thought I'd post it now, but still planning on checking out what the Saturday prompt over at D'Verse has in store.  So, I hope, when all's said and done, I hope I haven't set rap music back 20 years by doing this piece, lol.


                From the sands

To the stars

                  Mind tricking teens in grown-up bars

In this land

         You might be blind

But where I’m sitting you’ll do just fine

         You might not know

Yet I’m sure you do

          I’ll always be a son to you

I’m Indiana

         In a pit of snakes

I’m a cold breeze

         Atop an arctic lake

I’m the hand that’s always stretched out

         I’m that feeling of creeping doubt

The first foot forward out the door

         I’m that which you must explore

I’m Clark Kent; yes, this is real

         I’m not just super, I’m surreal

I’ve got a heart that’s filled with blame

      Beat, beat, beating out all the shame

I’m the man of steel, but this I’m sure you think you know

         Yet I lied, I’m really Bizarro

There’s no chance

to heal this pain

it’s sealed tight up into my veins

But when all is said, it will be done,

It’ll come to pass, like a Calvin Johnson TD catch

And what it is, is only what you learned

What you gave, not what you earned 

Like Bryan Adams one-time said,

Everything I do (I do it for you),

I stop, stare, and shake my head,

and see you standing strong

but unlike that song

 you’re not real

yet in my heart you’re all I’ll ever feel

but it’s just a line

So I ask you now, as to which is worse?

Loving the rhythm but hating the rhyme,

Or loving the chorus and hating the verse

Either way

It’s probably moot

Comes down to the venue….comes down to it’s root

And as for refrain, I here now disclaim

It’s better to love than it is to hate

It’s better to love with the pain, than to die in vain

It’s better to love with the blame, than to die in shame