the artist

torn between love and passion
not expecting any reaction
a man addicted to the love
and the lack there of...

addicted to streets and money
fast cars and honeys
drugs and rhymes
ecstasy and cocaine lines
stood in forums
they yelled his name out loud,
oh so proud
he created the crowd
clean and dapper
prim and proper
but addicted to the game
it added to his pain
forced his way into a life full of luxury
fantasy
distance
resistance
however
his pain never came from lies
so much at times he would cry
ruthless truth
nevertheless this was his truth
he just needed to be accepted
tired of years of being rejected
he needed to be viewed as a man of worth
nothing more than a man first
he was the artist
they called him GLORY
told his story
spoke highly of him
did NOT judge him
but he JUDGED himself
never cared for the wealth
he lived for the fame
as long as they all knew his name
he was truly an artist
addicted to the crowd
hearing his name yelled out loud
streets and money
fast cars and honeys
drugs and rhymes
ecstacy and cocaine lines
he was the artist

...and he was an addict