My Rappin' Life PART II

My parents and family said I can't make it,

My friends and niggas said I can't make it...

 

Fuck what they suggest, I'll keep spittin' till death,

But people don't accept, sayin' I should be quittin' these checks,

But I keep grittin' my decks n' grippin' onto my goal sets,

Cause in life, you gotta keep takin' the hittin' of these wrecks,

Droppin' acapellas on rap sites when my parents are sleepin',

Wishin' n' plottin' of 'em leavin' the entrance in the evenin',

To pop a 30 second of un-dedicated recording,

My mind is on the door-hinge, wonderin' if my parents are hearin'

Strivin' to get a yeti, workin' my #ass #off in #fast #foods,

Sweaty, writin' quick bars in a #blastoff in #class #rooms,

Bullied by haters, releasin' my anger punchin' walls of bathrooms,

Snatch my lyric papers, sweep n' throw em off like vacuums,

Niggas claim they got a hard life, but never experienced mine,

I have to go through fucking bullshit just to experiment rhymes,

I keep prayin' to the #Gods, #Jahs and #Allah's testament signs,

Become Top Ten MCs, whilst sippin' on elegant wine,

Dreams of an average nigga born in the afro projects,

Local MCs laugh when I try to spit, claimin' I'm the least prospects,

Keep hatin' and spittin' on me, if I try to go beast complex,

But I'll keep marchin', and won't let em cease my progress,

My wishes, not only to be an MC, but a dominating immigrant,

The one who made the WASPS position a graduated incident,

Who made trash talkin' rappers careers to complicated n' intricate,

Powerful african, who'll make the KKK think I'm superior n' infinite,

#I #Have #A #Dream, that I'll torture MC legends of stages,

That'll I'll walk away in triumph by the sessions of praises