Things make me sad

Things make me sad and lately i'm depressed at

every single motherfucking thing that's gone bad

i want to re up my skill set, but my rap dealers dead

see i'm back in the basement trying to get wasted

from the little i have left then i continue right on

but if this mood continues tomorrow i'l be gone

writing versus that serve no purpose i won't get a play on

no fucking radio i pan the scenario no video, so fuck a focal ratio.

no studio no stadium i need some fucking magic

i tried to sell my soul no buyers that's tragic

i'm not even fit for hell's pit but i got a full cranium

of words to spit ,the advantage I've got it

i'm not that known, plus i'm white

so they say it's not right, rap's not my skin tone

so i am like the underdog

but I've won so many times i should be an undergod

that's underdog mixed with God cause i'm good but they doubt me

to an intolerable degree, like the temperatures at death valley.