Fleeing fame

If you spent your whole life eating rice while making beats,

Heart in the groove, soul beneath the sheets—

Could’ve pulled a heist, but you were too nice, wouldn’t cheat.

Your friends tried to entice you, “Man, you’re too deep.

Pay any price, roll the dice, take that leap—don’t sleep!”

But you left your art where it started,

Your dream still cradled where you parted.

Still on your knees, never got ahead—You tasted fame... and then you fled.

If you rose each morning at the crack of dawn,

Yawned through the fog till the sleep was gone,

Touched up your face with practiced grace,

Lipstick perfect, dress in place,

Hair curled high like your ambition,

Showing just enough—precision.

Every guy said, “Damn, you fly”

But you passed them with a cold eye.

If you can’t take heat, don’t bake your bread

You lit the fire... and then you fled.

If you lived in the spotlight, night after night,

Fighting with might to keep your aim right,

Dodging the spite of the watchers and gawkers,

Stalkers, sweet talkers, and dream-blocking mockers.

They said you’d break through, and maybe you did

But now you have a name that silence hid.

You let the whispers weigh you down instead,

Chasing gold... till all you saw was red.

Your wings were wide—but you chose dread.

You had a brush with fame... and then you fled.

If someone saw promise in your sharp, steady eyes,

Helped shape the truth beneath your disguise—

Lifted you up from the regular crowd,

Made you feel different, destined, proud...

And you rode that wave without looking back,

Threw their name in the wind, let it fade to black.

Now you’re a name on a marquee bed—

But you climbed with lies, and left love for dead.

Took the crown, but forgot what was said...

You tasted fame... and then you fled.

And if you ever had a moment—

A pure, perfect opening—But froze instead of flowing,

Stayed stuck while time kept going.

Closed the door on fate’s face,

Too scared to take your rightful place.

Now you're among the many,

Still, unmoving, chasing plenty,

Telling yourself you’ll rise one day,

But watching all your stars decay.

The world doesn’t wait for the fearful or the shy—

It crowns the ones who dare to try.

You had it all inside your head...

But in the end, you found fame...and fled.