Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by awall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits,
My life'slike on great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all into all Ispit,
Stead of always tryin to swallow it,instead of starin at this wall andshit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit,
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one ofmom's alcoholic fits,
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it,
Iain't dealin with another fuckin politic,
I'm like a skillet, bubblin untilit filter's up,
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up,
Blow thisbuilding up, I've concealed enough,
My cup runneth over, I done filled itup,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts,
You think all I do isstand here and feel my nuts,
Well I'ma show you what, you gon feel myrush,
You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Pill the dutch,I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair situp,
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be,
I'ma make you hate me, cause youain't me,
You ain't, it ain't too late to finally see,
What you closedminded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder'sfee, Out this world,
Ain't no one out they mind as me,
You need peace ofmind, here's a piece of mine, all I need's a line,
But sometimes I don'talways find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feelin at thattime,
Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
Just sometimes, it's always me,how dark can these hallways be,
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, thenhalf past three,
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece ofpaper,
I'm desperate at my task, if I could just get the rest of this shitoff my chest again,
Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin,
Fuck I'mstuck, uh, wait, here comes somethin,
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble itout,
New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit out,
I'm fizzlin out,thought I figured it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble itout,
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I slave to thistrade,
Cyanide, I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up,
Want meto filp it, I can rip it any style you want,
I'm a switch-hitter, bitch,Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter,
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hita fuckin boilin point,
Put some oil in your joints, flipt the coin bitch,come get destroyed,
An Emcee's worst dream, I make em tense,
They hate me,see me and shake like a chain-link fence,
By the looks of em you would swearthat Jaws was comin,
By the screams of em you would swear I'm sawinsomeone,
By the way they're runnin you would swear the law was comin,
It'snow or never, and tonight it's all or nothin,
Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin on us,he said he'd be back,
He pinky-promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'llbe back baby, I just gotta beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'ma make themeat this watch,
Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race,
And I'ma comeback and rub my shit in your face, bitch,
I found my nitch, you gon hear myvoice
Till you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gottascream til I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance, I grab it,
RabbitRun!

 

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