Picture me giving up on this for what people say
Putting the mic down, not having to be told "keep away!"
That's how i used to be before i saw that it was futile being
A person who can't look to see what possibily the future means
This twisting of words that you witness, it hurts
Cause you know that i'm better, that's why you bring your shit worse
Ever since i first was criticised for rapping
I did it more, now i improvise the crap in
My mind, that's pretty much all that i care about
I think of rhymes in school but i don't share them out
Ever since i first wrote rhymes, the words float by
And i just notice which ones i can use to get heard, so why
Do i even bother, because it's what i live for
If i could stop writing rhymes i would stop to think more
Just look at how i've improved, but my shit mood
Has stayed the same, but i just write another rhyme and brood!
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Just a quick rhyme. Aimed at no-one, not serious etc.