Jock

Tearing out my hair just like a bandage,

My mind can barely manage when I go out on a tangent,

People always play my work as lower toned or outlandish,

But I'm not changing lesser diets when I'm famished,

 

There is no advantage to a rapper never having a cause,

Only living for the fame and applause,

Never taking time to pause and think about what every wording is worth,

And if everything they're making is worse,

But the greatest curse of all is never thinking bigger out of the box,

Shutting out the sicker rhymes like vaccinating a pox,

Starting to sound the same like kids crowning cheerleaders and jocks,

Covering up your lack of work like long black leggings and socks,

 

From pebbles to a rock and then a boulder,

Carrying the weight around the block on both my shoulders,

Getting colder with my tone, reflecting rappers I respect,

Causing the world to find a rapper to reject,

Didn't expect myself to be this way when I was a kid,

I had a childhood where I owned up everything that I did,

Now I'm trying to own it all when I got nothing to bid,

Saying numbers, never closing my lid,

 

Now I'm murdering shit, used to wonder why we live with a fight,

And how everyone threw thunder, never throwing the light,

Now I'm putting both together in a way that ignites,

Now I'm flyer then no rope on a kite,

Or a personal jet, getting ridiculed's as bad as it gets,

Hiding out through every season, through the dry and the wet,

I'm an actor out of place before the staging is set,

Put to action while I'm laying in bed,

 

I'm way over my head, I've been dying like my blood's filled with lead,

But since the battle that defined me, it's been boiling instead,

Now I'm running from the crime just like I murdered a fed,

Cause if I stop this feeble footing, I'm deluded and dead.