Quit

yo stuck with this pen and pad up in the lab try and grab some rope to help me up the slope mope around this house try and douse the flames of pain,

So alone my futer's so unkown take methadone i can't seem to condone any sleep so weak i feel a freak on a loosing streak choke up so bad so i can't speak my rhyme's are unique i've got a technique to rhyme art from the heart,

Word's are my paint and this pen is my paint brush i feel a rush when i'm on the mic do you what's it like always being down number one clown live on the rough side of town,

This is my only outlet i put my headset on get my mindset on the alphabet rap's the only subject that keeps my brain in check i'm a wreck i deserve some respect evreyone just rejects me i'm a reject,

I feel like i might quit rap can't adapt to what you people rhyme see every line is my own design so if you want to decline what i spit and call it shit i don't care no one's ever been there in so much despair so i say a prayer evrey night maybye these people are right that i can't do bar's,