This is as far as I know the only actual verse I wrote all summer, been working too much and haven't had the time or the passion to write. But I know I have to get back in it and I just wrote this, figured maybe get some feedback, it'd be much appreciated.
The past few months had me in couple placements,
Back and forth on some friends like double agents,
But the trouble ain’t-this, maybe it’s just basics,
It got me off my hiatus and back to aiming for famous,
No longer blaming faces, feeling ashamed or nameless,
No more searching for dumb broads, dames, or a waitress,
I’m still here and ready for what my fate-is so I can taste-this,
Sitting in my basement picking myself up off the pavements,
I’m a true artist who can’t be stopped when I start-this,
The smartest gripping a pen ripping in them regardless,
If the cards-flip and the chips fall I’ll strip all of my hardships,
So mark-this as victory and fuck the trickery of the heartless…