i've been writing this but it's not done but i wanted to post it anyway.
it dosnt have a title yet either. i plan on recording it on the rabit run beat but thats in the future.....
heres what i have so far:
I vent through writing and writing vents through me/
feelings sent through writing than sent through me/
I try to be the best I can be, but sometimes feelings get a hold of me/
won't let go of me, I'm trapped/
within myself nowhere to go so I switch on the mic and start to flow/
start to show these feelings who's boss as I'm writing away/
sometimes I conceal them, get lost and don't know what to say/
But one day I know, that I'll have control of my pen/
no one will be able to step in my den/
I'll be at my best and be able to stick out my chest/
and the rest know that I don't like boast but even now I know that I'm better than most/
wether they lie in the U.K. or east coast/
and if anyone disses me they will be roasted/
toasted and burnt to ashes/
they'll drift away in te wind cause I murdered they're asses/
so lash out, say whatever you want/
taunt me please just to cause intimidation/
I need the inspiration to write rhyme that will stop your respiration/
cause emotional devastation/
so start hating me like I killed your mom/
then you'll be debating if you have more skills than Tom/
I'm a bomb, just ticking inside/
it feels like a nail covered tongue is licking my side/
the stitching divides, I'm itching to hide/
yet I stay outside with my finger out, hitching a ride/
I'm twitching inside, feels like I died but I live/
I feel like I have nothing to give, I have given it all/
I'm empty inside so I'm punching the wall/
I want to just fall, or jump off the earth/
maybe then I'll know what life