Want To Be A Writer #2

The thought vary and linger slow like a Jerry Springer show
Too much trailer park trash, detailer of art fast with a stinger flow
To become a writer triggered soft and flickered off and on
Inside my head, pride led me to strive, motivation tossed strong
At me by moms and pops had to stay calm a lots around home
Getting punched not funny especially for my lunch money
The dollar is great but couldn’t tolerate that thug bunch they crummy
And that was all day in the hallway self preservation grips fast
Had to skip class a few times but still wrote true rhymes never trash
Cats tried to pass the grass divine I just drank a glass of wine
Or knotty head and watch a hottie’s red lips and A big brown behind
Words be clear wasn’t until my third year in high school
After being silly, shook and bold the possibility took hold and ruled
My intuition and refueled my ignition books and soul are my tools
Before then distinguish forces made English courses boring not cool
The homework made my dome perk couldn’t figure out verbs
And nouns words tossed around like dice even bigger herds
Of problems awaits me, founded grammar dull but it hammer
My scull like a migraine headache the pain spread great no glamour
As a whack buster wrote lackluster script teachers in fright stare
Like it was a nightmare still grooved strong and moved along couldn’t share
My true feelings they were too revealing