Started this verse a while ago, then I kinda forgot about it. Just now finished it.
I’m feeling manically depressed, and on top of that he’s stressed
I keep planning for the best, but it just comes off as obsessed
Well excuse me, I just jest, but some truth spills from my chest
Because for you I lack respect, checked your rep and then collect
A couple notes just for my hopes, don’t want to gloat, but I’m not broke
Instead of sink I’d rather float, grab some rope and climb that hoe
Now-a-days I just don’t know, I still do try but then what for?
Is there some room inside this sport? If I can work and get support
Can I earn what I deserve, then I can serve all of the nerds with some words
Of inspiration, renovating, innovating while you hating
And debating on my greatness, well then make this
Zero fakeness in this place it’s, hardly easy
Call and tease me, all to freeze me from my needs see,
This ain’t breezy, I work hard but you don’t see me
Pulling strings and being peachy, but you can never really free me
From this prison that is rap, fuck this crap, I think I’m leaving
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