LABEl

don't have anything but this pen in my hand

don't got bands but still i got my fucking head in the sand

lead hit the van shit in the fan sanity don't got a strand

smoking on plants all i know i don't have a plan

this barrel is jammed but i be firing off word

aspired to be a rapper as a kid i had heard

chest hit the dirt i just don't want my ass to get hurt

just wanna smoke on herb and listen birds sing a chirp

but in the shadows i lurk just waiting to murk

people i see please sir just help me put in that work

rhymes flow in these vein but its still all been unheard

until i cut that shit release all these words see it spurt

clouded thought as a kid they thought i was an angel

innocence they saw in these eyes that on the surface were hazel

but know the danger of label it was all just a fable

cause now i spit poison hit you like my shit was too fatal

Im able, don't hate i'm just playfully hateful

dishing out fire with my mouth like it was a ladle

put me away my mental state in too unstable

punctual verbal i hit paper damn like a staple