Rough Draft

rough draft is what i title this

rappin off these old beats make you feel limitless

now listen one second while i waste your time

never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

never listened to his mom, but always stayed in line

pushing carts from that nine to five just trying to stay alive

when money was his only motivation

it gave him chills and sensation just to keep his preservation

saw these other kids pushing benzes that was his inspiration

now kid had to make some moves trying to get his own wheels so he could drive to school

so now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

momma told him all that money will make you a fool

ignoring the wise made his brain look like two molecules

the kid couldn't stick in class, the money made him drool