Was listening to some beat and i wrote this:
I'm fucking nervous, there is nothing worse it's
The worst feeling in the world, i feel so sucky, worthless
It's crazy, cause i tell myself i'm something worth this
Game that's already overcrowded by lucky cursers
I'm not affected by you, just impervious
I tell you, behind closed doors, i start becoming hurt as
I strain for a good rap to make them shut it, were this
Any good i wouldn't have this problem, i must deserve it!
I'm living in fantasy, with this shit rapping dream
Like friggin insanity, building it frantically
Another rhyme to try to make them envision me rapping three
Or more songs to a stage stretching to bridges, see is that to be?
The odds are against me, might just get cast off intently
And not make a life off of these songs that sung mentally
I ride the bus stare outside and think of rhymes and cuss
And always come to the conclusion: my life is fucked!
[Chorus X2]
So you can doubt me and you'll be right to do so
Cause it just gave me another rhyme to use yo
I ask my mind about you; why would you know?
And it answers that it's info that my mind could use, no!
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Might continue some other time.