No rules
• Written by Strength
I'm coming at this paper again with my pen
Aint nobody right there's more than one way to write
I do it with aggression at my own digression
I come again and again to the paper with my pen.
I write on the ceiling and on paper how I'm feeling
And im feeling up to the fight
Nobody taught me how to write.
I taught myself how
I spit on the Mic when I rap loud
Must be all my emotions about i want to let them out
for the crowd I'm feeling proud
I rap on the word, on the rappad to get my lyrics heard
So i write these emotions on paper smooth like a taper
Some things in life are hard like sand paper
And we all need to walk to go through trouble.
I want to talk come in my bubble. Lifes like a rock
Its a struggle. I got used to writing nothing in the booth
I wanted to write the truth. I couldnt write something
because My mind was stopped. By writers block.
But now I'm spitting word for word in the booth
I put my mind into it. No sky is the limit
I am out of this world. Dont say I am in it
But if i Am then I'm in it to win it.
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Strength
Member since December 14 2018