Broken

(Verse 1)

 

I write this with a grin

let me grab my pen and begin this wile I hold a bottle of gin

I feel as if I should stop but fuck it im randy savage the cream of the crop

I may have little but what I have to give is a lot

I fought to be here wile having haters yell in my ear

the second Shakespear is here the modern day buccaneer

 

(Verse 2)

 

cutting the strings off puppets and putting them on the puppeteers

these rhymes are insane but yet im stuck with this ball and chain

treated like a bigger bad guy than Bane

like this till I am old and gray with a cane

but thats ok that dont bother me one bit

just staying real never will I quit

but I do have to admit this life has been a ride

 

(Verse 3)

 

my eyes are open wide

they can never say I never tried

now back to my bedside

thinking about all of the rappers that made it worldwide

and thinking am I even qualified?

can I compete with that?

as my heartbeat increases

I think to myself can I even put together the pieces.