Brooklyn Bridge Night

Usually words I write never start on these pages
But right now I choose to send this piece straight in
Funny because my writing process can be frustrating
Probably won't even finish this before leaving this place
And when I read this tomorrow I'll hate it...
Nonetheless,
I'll do my best to believe in what I'm creating
Forest Hills Drive Intro playing for inspiration
When I make it
I'll reflect on this Brooklyn Bridge night
How I was amazed at the sight
Inspired by the water and building lights
And trying to envision dreams in the sky at this height
For now while I'm here
Just wanna take a minute
To vent my world
Hopefully you care to listen...
If you don't mind...

So much to say
Just don't know how to say it
Any open hearts for me to find my way in
I just wanna be heard
I just wanna belong
And I wanted this poem to open your heart's door
See I,
Built my craft on low self-esteem
Always talking to myself it seems
Because all I ever had was myself and dreams
Gotta have faith in myself
Since no one else believes
In hopes to save lives with words
Cut myself and bleed
From the heart on my sleeve
Set a bloodtrail for the voiceless to follow my lead
This and God are all I need
I'll succeed, I believe
I'll never fail when I speak
I'm the One
God's choice is my voice
As long as I rhyme
Art will survive
Art is alive
Art is mine
I am art
Art is I
Who am I
Macadon Blackheart
Most Inspiring Artist Alive