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Man I don't know what to write, I guess I gotta swallow and fight

It'll be alright, despite my ass being white.

My life sucks right now, it blows, but somehow I know I gotta show

These hoes, that I know how to rap, they'll throw roses at my feet

In a snap, like that.

School is cruel, but it's the fuel to the flame, it'll be my game to fame

I overcame obstacles, struggles, enough to make my knuckles bleed

But they planted the seed for me to proceed and once I leave

I'll be freed to read my rhymes, good times guaranteed, sweet.

But right now that's all a dream, it seems extreme, I wanna scream

Ruining my self esteem, I'm being crushed by the machine to dust

As it gleams sunbeams and reams it's benefits from destroying

My schemes, I can't fight its lust.

I feel sad and alone As life sits on it's throne

And shits on my microphone, as I drone

On and on about my icon and how it's a phenomenon

That I relate to this man, I respect his trade but I'm no Stan

I've wanted to run, I was done with everyone, the gun gleamed like the sun

I had no reason to live, I wasn't positive I was negative

Passive aggressive to my friends, I needed to make amends

Swim down to the depths, pull up that strength and say sorry

But I worry I wanna flee, history will repeat, I can see

Already, I'm a nobody, a shoddy loser, wit' no future, my life is listed

Under the category humour. It's a fucking comedy

I'm just a flunkie junkie wannabe who can't see his future in the game

It's a shame, he's doused the flame, can't find his aim, man gone lame

But he'll be okay, his hard work will pay

Off another day, you just wait and see, he'll be rollin' in money

No anxiety, good mentality, grasped his sanity,

But best of all, I will stand tall and be free.