my flow blows up like just like a hand grenade dissipate ya mental state like crack cocaine these times today, man these times is strange most these motherfuckers all actin fake talkin bout wheres the cake? but lemme get a piece of my pie so i can nourish my minds eye, flourish and rhyme tight youre tourists and im the guide, so follow me as i take you on a ride through my mind ever since the age of 9 ive been terrified of life scared that i just might not reach my expectations and elevate to a higher mental state constant frustration so i grab this mic and i grab this pen and i begin to write and develope the rhyme and it seems that i'm just fine but nothin is what it seems now tell me that i aint lyin my momma cryin cuz she knows im in trouble and i guess its just part of the struggle to gain balance which is hard to find in this life of mine so i look up to the sky and ask god why we live in pain he looked back down and said just play the game and that really hit me hard cuz i realized im the only motherfucker thats livin my life im the only motherfucker thats even alive cuz all you motherfuckers aint livin it right
thanks guy. i would join the battle thread but im not really a battle rapper, i like to write it as poetry at first then evolve it. prolly add some more to it soon when i get some inspiration (im rusty).
