here ya go guys heres ANOTHA one of my songs or w/e....

Escaped pains like Cape-less heroines, struggled like wingless seraphines
Life willed me to death, but pulled me back again
I twist rhymes and bend flows outta joint-less elbows, impel foes to tagged-toes, rhyming shows I’m BETTA than the next hoe
Branded with a high standard, risin continuously; mind’s flight has never landed
I transfer my soul to the masses, can’t be anything BUT candid
A destitute mind hungered for all the intelligence I could find
But in the midst of getting signed, I crumbled emcees; I guess you could say I was on the grind
More than a broken spirit, I approach with a boldness, cause I’ll lose, if I fear it
The mic needed resuscitation; I cleared it, produced a beat so ya’ll could hear it
Niggas tried to lure me straight to their bed, must have thought I lost my mind, like severed heads
Polluting my conscious, but I read through the lines they said, only looking to fuck but never to wed
They beat me down, left me for dead, seen as another statistic for pregnancy
Implanted in my womb was the next generation of rivalry
There was never a time I was stress-less; This milked me for ALL I HAD, like I was breast less
Too many were quick to talk wreck less, so I snatched away their gems to leave them neck less
My treacherous texts rips through underserved vets like I step on chests the way they’re short on breaths
Back to the wall, Traps set, so I could fall; But did I fail? Not at all; My survival leaves many appalled
I was destined for greatness; If that means I have to inflate chests with metal to make my statements, then bodies will lay filling the pavements
I refuse to misuse my skill, or lose my will, to light a fuse to my kill; The same ones who held back the dues, BUT STILL, I conquer their diseases even though I’m way more ILL

**Hasn’t been a time when my struggles don’t exist. A verse to let ya’ll see, BUT the pains, too much to list**