Poems/Raps

What Now?

Verse 1: What now? That's the question I have now
And for all the people that don't understand go and laugh now
Because I'm in a world of shit and it hurts like hell
Am I the only person in this world by myself?

Ever since my father went off on my brothers and I for nothing
We've been wanting a new life and for my brothers and mother
We finally had it, and our new lives are never better
When we got to New York, we didn't bother sending him a letter

Why is that? Because he wasn't worth being in contact anymore
If we stayed around him, he'd go off on us some more
He called my brothers and I delinquents and it pissed us off
And now from what I know, dementia killed him off

It wasn't too recent but I wasn't very upset about it
I was happy because I know God did something about it
And now I have a new life, I got a girlfriend and I'm good now
But there's a question on my mind that I've wanted to ask and it's "What now?"

Chorus: What now? What else can I do for my writing?
I have a study abroad trip for Japan next year and study cultural writing
What now? My dad ain't here anymore and I feel free
But now that's done, what now can I do for me?

What now? I always had a time where I feel chained
And that's every day, and right now I feel like nothing's changed
What now? I'm willing to fight for my right to be independent
And I'm willing to fight to be my own man for my girlfriend

Verse 2: This is a bit personal, but it's mostly business
Having a family is like having a ton of babies, they're shittin'!
I mean literally, my mom is such a massive Karen
And now this is happening, I don't know if I want to stay there and

Abandon my new girlfriend after I just got into a relationship
My baby bro got engaged and with his lifestyle it's a relation-shit
Between me and him, he's mostly a liar
Cause he promised to spend time with me on my b-day and it never happened

Mom's still sitting on her ass, going on Facebook and drinkin' wine
While she claims that I don't work hard enough and the ass she owns is mine
She doesn't own me, and I deserve to do what's best for me
Because in a few years, I hope, Marie says "yes" to me

So I can get out of this house, and live off a small land
And make my own living to be someone that ain't bland
What's bland about me? It's that I haven't done what I wanted to fucking do
And that's to be a writer and yell out to my haters, "The fuck'd you do?"

Why would I say that? It because they never supported my career choices
Every time I talked about it, I get many different opinions and voices
It's payback to those bitches, they were always full of shit
And I'm not gonna let my life be fucking meaningless

Chorus: What now? What else can I do for my writing?
I have a study abroad trip for Japan next year and study cultural writing
What now? My dad ain't here anymore and I feel free
But now that's done, what now can I do for me?

What now? I always had a time where I feel chained
And that's every day, and right now I feel like nothing's changed
What now? I'm willing to fight for my right to be independent
And I'm willing to fight to be my own man for my girlfriend