Life

I push myself to be my best with the rhymes,

my past experiences in my soul serve as my inspiration,

it helps me to conjure up words which i spit so effortlessly in a short amount of time,

this rap game i watch so vigilantly,

study my opponents excellently,

decode their every words into individual syllables,

pick out their weaknesses and make it more lyrical,

I might not be a superstar,

but to my family I am incredible,

time waits for no one,

so I always try to elevate myself to a higher pedestal,

shout outs to the haters,

they fuel the fire in me,

like gasoline I blow up in their face,

life is too short to prioritise those who treat me as an option,

instead i isolate myself from these waste,

become a recluse,

an extrovert nobody,

my spirit cries out for attention,

while my soul simultaneously rejects this,

i disappear mentally from earth,

my existence has no relevance like old news,

hide myself away like Aladdin in a cave,

become oblivious to my surroundings,

i gaze up at the sky and wonder how this,

life is meant to be lived,

do i chase my own selfish desires or do i show love and give,

because to me life is about being a champion and being your own king.