I couldn't think of a name for this shit but thatone is kind-of intresting, but this was just ventilation.

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I sit at this desk feeling the drum, feeling as though I’m becoming an internet bum/
Sometimes I leave myself founded-dumb, found in slums, buying this on line drug/
Trying to suppress my needs, for staying on keys, I got another life but this rap shit is my creed/
I sense inspiration so I follow the lead, swallow my needs, and put the hollow to ‘cees/
You might find it hard-to-believe that I do more then just sit and spit, I flip-the-script/
Stay on-point with this-gift, but at some points I’m stranded on shit, alone-in-the-mix/
The only rap adherent in his entire damn town? Drowned, in his rap life never paying mind to his grades/
Only rap support I got is Knightsahdes? Man how the fuk do I survive without living lies/
Man its people like me that I despise, I aint goin nowhere w/ these orderly cries, but to see if your bum-ass wants your order-with-fries/
Fuk Me. No wait. Fuk Life> I’m a show up till yall can’t stand me, post till you ban me/
Shit I’ll even act like a bitch till you man me, bought myself a watch no more wasted time/
I’m a diamond in tha ruff just waiting to shine, ppl holdin me back but now I’m taking whats mine/
I don’t write that much but rap is leaving me drawn, I would quit if I could but I’m just too fond/
I could break and blow up at anytime, I’m a ticking time bomb………tick tick tick….oh wait……..your times gone/