Grad Life Rap (The worst rap ever)

I remember the time I got in, to be a grad

Spending a lot of money, it made me sad,

Those times were bad, my future insecure,

Until I reached the grad-life door,

New faces, new work, new hopes, new life,

A robot working from ten to five,

Life was a line, the routine was new,

It was under control, distractions were few,

Thought I’d learn something better and useful,

Apply it; rise up, the dream was pretty cool,

But dreams have a habit of getting worse,

And real fast too, like under a curse;

One wrong step, I saw my dreams die,

I was lazy not to make another try,

It was my fault and I don’t know why

I failed to check it and then time flew by;

Instead of the driver, I blamed the ride,

And thus began my downhill slide,

Though I got back up, it was on the wrong side,

My boat was caught in the grad-tide.

Slowly I started enjoying myself,

Working with others eager to help,

Things began moving, starting to flow,

It opened my mind, ready to know,

It changed my way of looking at life,

I was happy living the ten to five,

Took up challenges, new or faced,

Learnt to get a bit more stressed,

Things were smoother than at first,

But slowly my ideas started to rust,

As I got bound in the given frame,

Left the ride, began cursing the lane;

While everyone ran, I started to slow,
Forcing my mind, unwilling to go,

Results were out; I had nothing to show,

Things were hard because I thought it so;

It’s sad when you look at life that way,

Instead of knowing what you've gained,

Live the moments, don’t sum each day,

I think you know what I want to say.

You learn the most from those you meet,

Scavenging, bunking and how to cheat,

Though some are true and stay till the end,

The rest treat you how you treat them,

There are those working lies and deceit,

Fork-tongued people trying to chew every bit,

Many faced, geek heads, excited or half-dead,

Wasted days, hangover in bed,

Sad souls, lost art, daily depressed,

Going-out-freak, always ready to get dressed,

Unstable, unclear or a museum relic,

And those who make you feel happy or sick,

Ignorant, arrogant, joker or lazy,

Fake lovers, simple, stupid or crazy,

Wicked minds trying to be overly mature,

Playing every side of the human nature;

You could study them all or let them go by,

Don’t stop worrying or let time fly,

And at the end when the end is nigh,

Get depressed, complain or get high;

However life was, it was made by me,

You can never take this part of my memory,

However I rise, whatever I’ll be,

It will be the pages of my history;

Whatever you do, don’t come to me,

Tell me I didn't warn you or blame somebody,

High or low, that’s what you’ll be,

Because it’s tough getting a college degree.

Disconnected

You can forget me,

I will not mind.

For today I,

Reached the bottom,

After hitting the ground;

Slipped and fell,

Descending for years;

I know it for sure,

I've never been so far

Down from the top;

No sign of life,

No existence of time,

Only way now is up.

Back to basics;

Hard work will help,

So will consistency,

Hunger to rise,

To emerge;

Not in this world,

To the one I crave,

The one I want to create,

And I will.

Thus it starts,

From this time on,

This is day one,

No days off.

The time is right,

The fear is gone,

My will is strong,

Purpose is sure.

That’s all I need,

Now, I can smile.