Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits
My life's likes one great big ball of shit
If I could just, put it all in the all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and shit
While I sit, writers block, sick of all this shit
Cant call it shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom’s alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that’s all, that’s it
I ain't dealing with another fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it building up
Blow this building up, I’ve concealed enough
My cup runneth over, I dun filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
Well imma show you what, you gonna feel my rush
You don’t feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hairs sit up
Yeah sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
Imma make you hate me, 'cos you aint me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed-minded fucks, what you blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
Out this world, ain't no one out there mind as me
U need peace of mind? Here’s a piece of mine
All I need’s a line,
But sometimes I don’t always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Just sometimes, it’s always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece Of paper,
I'm desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again
Stuck in a slum, can't think of nothing
Fuck im stuck, but wait, here comes something
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
Drink a lid up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzling out, thought I figured it out
Ball’s in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this
trade?
Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rowl you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
I'ma switch, hit a bitch, jimmy smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit it here till I get enough of me to finally hit
A fucking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,
Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed,
An emcees worst dream, I make 'em jinx,
They hate me, see me and shake like a changling fence,
By the looks of 'em you would swear that jaws was comin',
By the screams of him, you would swear im sawwin' someone,
by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin',
It's now or never, and tonight its all or nothing,
Mama jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I dont think he's honest,
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make them eat this watch,
Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race,
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face bitch,
I found my nitch, you gunna hear my voice,
Till ur sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I'll grab it, Rabbit Run...
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