PlayWright

I think credibility, can be envious

You get me, a generation's special kid

Who felt like shit, for the past decade he's in

Jeopardy of being stretched too thin.

So instead of turning his methods in, he lent them

To the ever-impressive, pen, and quip,

Equipped, using electronic messaging to spread his message with.

The next Isaiah of rap, so if your a time waster and sad,

Dream Marroon dreams, cause your payphone never taps,

Never get no hey-o from your best and great bros you have.

And you feel alone and stabbed like no one knows what you've had

To go through, well so do I, and ill show you the high, road to go on so

Try, to keep an open mind, the close wents get closed off behind.

I try to show light, with what I wrote when I rhyme

I just hope, I'm not the only guy, cause if the world dies

Of Corona, who will be the next donor of life. I can control

what goes on outside of my own mind, but you know I will

Fight, this is the intro into the beginning of the world's playwright.