Rap In My Veins

ever wonder why blacks always dribble or mic check

or they struggle for a little cash just get they dick wet

or pay they baby mama check

oldest of the litter my title came from the bible

late bloomer but when i blossomed i shot out like a rifle

see i waited my whole life while you get opportunity often

and i ask why do we fall, and why god aint come yet

ive been saint not shooting up the compound like columbine

we dont faint at the sight of police and die running without a fight

they underestimate us physically mentally

so they give us balls and pens expecting failure

but we excel and then they got Eminem or Larry bird

just to try to beat the measure

but i will forever be loyal to my practice, no distractions

I assassinate the kraken and move on to bigger dragons

lyrics that will never fail to fascinate

more than adequate, like an aqueduct or duck tape

been fascinated with rap since i was eight

i would write on the low under my covers

for the love of god and my mother, brothers

and sister i would rap in hushed wispers

i give got credit for my pain, props to rap for keeping me sane