Guided through the light, My plan was to excite/
But as a creature of the night, Given the pen and paper to write/
My Mic was a tool like a easel is to art, My paintbrush my lyrics that set me apart/
The Skills opened up as my content unfolds, Like Viruses to Bacteria Common like Colds/
A Sickness bestowed upon the world as a antidote, Forming philosphies like Socrates, King of this jungle devourin emcees like antelopes/
The Flow elopes overloads like computers crashin, And influences your ears like the latest fashions/
Passions from my soul drive to persist and pertain, But it takes control and dedication to force the word out m'a brain/
Insane that I jus came from nowhere now a name that you hear from elsewhere
Who else cares? When you're a minority in rap, Under constant hate when they think your content lacks/
Not as simplistic but my mind sets tracks, Reacts to others feedback, Not black but no hatred toward race/
Because lyrics dont contain nationalities or face/
Disgraced cause others critique flows feminenly/
What do I have to prove that I'm not jus another eminem wannabe/
Caucasian by the outskirts, But flowetry in my lines/
And I'm not going to give up if the industry states I suck a thousand times/
The Track fades to white not to black stand back from the new Factionz/
Bag Of Skillz the hottest thing since MTV presenting The New Chain ReactionZ/

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