Rap
Rythem and poetry but im broke
With a broke ass mic so when i flow
This p is for poverty tho
Im not kidding tho
And thats the sad part, This shits fo sho
So when I rap, my real problems come out for a fuckin show
And when they come out
They come violent and tend to glow
Like the ember of a blunt
That keeps me sane, but brain slow
The fire that arises burns the frame of this mic.
So the lyrics I spit, tend to emit the same glow.
But when the glow stops, Its the end and I know it.
But no one knows it
so I just shut the fuck up and never show it.
But with all the problems, The glow turns into flames.
And burns down the memorys associated with my name.
But what happens when the flames don't extinguish and hurt.
And creates an inferno known as hell on our earth.
I drop the mic and try to forget all my pain
So the flames stop but the glow from the lyrics still remains...
And then I get pissed and pick up my mic again
and spit the lyrical content of a man who insane.
So you want a bad influence, just look what I became.
While I proceed the flip off the world and yell fuck everything