They don't understand how brave I am, what I've done, or how far I've come,
I tried to be innovative but I'm frustrated, I've slaved in vain to please no one,
my cocoon has finally bust, I'm ready to emerge and spread my freaking wings,
but these bastards don't get the word, that rap is more than stunning cars, girls, and bling,
Ive had everything, and I lost it all, to transform small, and remain true
but yo, whats the use? only to get ridiculed by the platformed audience, who
claims your not tough enough, and swears theyre better when it comes to the booth,
but they never felt nothing, so what, Im not a "real" rapper if I aint got the equip in my room?
well, forget you too, if you got tools, they woudnt mean a thing, theyd only reach todays blinded youth
cause your motives aint change, theyre corrupt, but I dont feel binded by you
abruptly, I tried to stay true to the topic, but lost the battle, I couldnt stay and watch it
maybe if I made fake tough lyrics, and ramble out of control, I wouldve held first place in my pocket
well, forget that mess, heres the truth, its long overdue, and I feel I must confess it
Imma talented person, and Im not gonna make fake lyrics to send out a freakin message
If my raps dont contain disses or battles, no one will read them, is it all over?
I dont think so, I just got to rise from this struggle and become stronger, Im a soldier
3 comments:
This, along with all your other lyrical post, are amazing. I honestly didn't know you felt the way you do behind that spunk personality you carry around with you during school hours. I agree, you are a very talented person. And through the struggle you'll go through to have your rhymes heard over the nonsense blown across the radio; you shall overcome. Best of Luck!
-claps- that was really good! Did you write this in class?
No I wrote this at home and who are yo anonymous hihgschool blogger
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