Strive

Man, I strive to be iconic,

But it's ironic, they expect me to speak in these ebonics,

They jealous cause my flow is so toxic,

And my mind is beyond such violence-filled topics,

Hey, I just try to be honest,

In my conscious, I know I can be so monstrous,

But I'm beyond it,

And my soul is so profound, it,

Beats for the struggles of the poor and weak,

My soul bleeds every time I hear their speechless pleads,

I bow my knees and pray to God that He heeds unto their needs,

Good deeds seems to not be the solution,

A conclusion has computed and I think I must go through with it,

I am not new to this, that's why I'm so sympathetic,

My flow is so hectic cause of my deep thought rhetoric,

But I guess it's not enough because they still see the color of my skin,

Like I'm a sin, destined to lose and not made to win,

But then again, I have a purpose to show these cats that I deserve it,

Not picture perfect but my wording is so damn berserk, shit,

And I realize that I can break the ice,

Cause every day and night,

I practice on my rhymes as if it's my pastime,

Master my craft in order to be above average, in fact,

I wrote this rap while sitting back and enjoying a track,

Now I just have to let these rappers know you can't be better than that,

If you disagree, sit down and let's have a memorable chat,

I know it's hard to adapt, but just now that your credibility's collapsed