Untitled Song

( I WROTE THIS FOR THE SOLO SINGING COMPETITION IN SCHOOL)

( Actually, I didn't get the stage to spit, 'cause my school prohibited me from spitting a " Rap Song")

 

The foundations are tightened, but he expectation has risen,

they say I have lost my mind and, but the darkness to be precisin'.

 

I sense the lightness, but I still can't address the ideas,

my hands have heightened, but the rewards aren't exciting.

 

Fighting off with the life and, psyched up by my kindness,

frightened up by the thought that whole life is a cycle.

 

Now it's the turn of the titan, to level up within brightness,

my ego shrunk and cited the idea to win and fight it.

 

You weren't invited to see my fuckin' face of excitement,

you see the achievements they are so supposed to heighten'.

 

I knock em' out as a bison, my scoring goals is decisive,

soaring eyelids are rising, I think the mike is on fire.

 

I think they want me retire, with all their wack-ass satires,

the bar I set which is higher, man, I wish hell to these liars.

 

Their style is retarded mine is like a wire,which is live like the ions,

they forget that I am a lion