Empty Room lyrics

You never know your shot at fame is over till it passes

Till the hourglass is empty and it’s backwards

And in the vacuum you just wonder how this happened

As the artist in you now gets enveloped inside a casket

I’ve put much money and time into this passion

Never really thought it would end in quite this fashion

But life is what it is and I’ll never regret the path

I’m just depressed my art never made it to reach the masses

Just average, no better and no preferred

I guess I felt I had something worthy to give this world

Perhaps it was conceit to have thought I would move the herd

Ego to think I’d lead to new standard with note and word

And foolish to believe a new paradigm would spur

But though absurd I won’t apologize

I won’t acknowledge my pursuit was just an empty try

So be advised and have the knowledge from this poem occurred

This from the greatest artist in the world you never heard

Well it don’t matter I’m sitting inside an empty room

Alone with no one present to hear the music boom

Like Beethoven or Bach without a chance to bloom

Or for Shakespeare’s words never to be consumed

I just hope that one day my work will be exhumed

To infuse with higher levels now un-pursued

And that maybe the spirit in this will surge

And turn the world into something in which I’m heard

I’m inside these four walls

I feel confined by four walls

Yes, my mind is four walls

Where thoughts come forth and design rhymes for y’all

Just my flow, the audio and my pen

Well, written it’s a 10

But no audience attends

Still I can’t give in

The feeling won’t descend

I don’t do this just because, there’s a cause I defend

So the music never ends

I’m not the caged bird that never sings

I’m the bird in the cage that breaks his wings

Trying to escape from where I feel trapped

So I keep shouting my raps

The sound waves bouncing back

It hits my frame, recharges my spirit

Then clicks my brain, responds with lyrics much stronger than the last

Some day this sonic blast

Will cause these walls to crash

And the mass can be exposed

To the greatest never known

Grown by the desire and the fire that inspires real writers

And to all of them I’ve shown

That when I arrive they will cheer

But all the while I’ve been here

All the while in this square

Waiting for someone to hear

Or them just to lend an ear

Well it don’t matter I’m sitting inside an empty room

Alone with no one present to hear the music boom

Like Beethoven or Bach without a chance to bloom

Or for Shakespeare’s words to never be consumed

I just hope that one day my work will be exhumed

To infuse with higher levels now un-pursued

And that maybe the spirit in this will surge

And turn the world into something in which I’m heard.