One Lap

As of late, there's a dam at the end of my pen

The thought of writing so compelling spun the gears in my head

My aspiration that the public always felt what I said

Quickly ended when I seldom heard love from my friends

And I get it, separate ways make you different, not conceited or ignorant

Feeling Leo after Revenant, took his talent many years to gain recognition

I'm consumed by the credit, cause merit never meant respect

Merit meant you hold value so they cut you these checks

I took the darkest of turns, cause they paved in velvet

Revisions and edits, the architect with his template