Rapitude

Drowning in words to put to the paper,

To finish the song not much later,

To rap all my thoughts and love all the haters,

Because they can leave a footprint but I will leave a crater,

What joy can they get from dissing my shit,

I take it as criticism and work to improve it,

Not good enough for them? I keep the rap spark lit,

I sit and I write whilst I'm smoking a bit,

But when I'm famous where will they sit?

One person to billions is no one,

When I'm at the top I've won,

Producing my beats and all of my songs,

But in 80 years from now, I'm gone.