I know I need improvement/
advice, when I get it, I use it/
every day my flow makes movements/
tighter they collide, combining the mood with the music/
I know Im fresh outta the white neighborhood/
Im not the best, but I fight for whats tight and whats good/
the point to make, I cross and say as I should/
these lines are sluggish, with no reason or run/
thats why Its rubbish, its for teasn ya tongue/
the reason I rap, is because it passes time/
it helps with the stress that gets the best of my mind/
its the season for new meanins, backstabbin treason with jagged knives/
my vocalz are limpin, taken two steps back at a time/
I wish I was better, not the best, but to be good with my lines/
I sit and try to write my mind to the max of my ability's, I rhyme/