Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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I used to wonder why these rappers live the way they do

Doing drugs, alcohol, wild parties just to name a few

But now that I'm here at this stage too, I understand a bit more

Perhaps it helps dull the pain when there's nothing else left to score

For once you achieve your dreams, then where is there left to go?

The passion, the obsession, it wears off; the depression remains on

Though they have everything they wanted, they also have nothing they want

Envious of their wealth and position, perhaps we judge them a bit wrong

Well, no matter, small price to pay for the cursed art of writing a song.