VIva LA RAp

This thing we call rap is all based on beliefs,

So, we write words that rhyme before we think,

And, when we're running low on ideas, we pour ourselves a drink,

But by then, our mind's already starting to shrink; it becomes weak,

Makes it hard for these words to somehow interlink,

Because a rap isn't a rap without meaning, right?

And it's not being mean without teasing, right?

The flaw with that is it contradicts itself,

Rapping about the struggle, when all you had was wealth,

The only struggle you had was not having hair gels,

Mister perfect,

Mister know-it-all,

That contradicts itself, there's the flaw,

But, look at me, I came so far,

I can't stand to see hypocrisy in fans,

We live in what I call a double-wrong way jam,

You're so close to your dreams, without any finance,

You're so close to what you can touch, without any hands,

You're so close to what you can do, but you already lost your chance,

Moral of the story is, don't be afraid to stand your stance