Dis here all fresh and ill...check it...

Maybe i rap with cusses cuz i'm angry at myself or somethin,
Maybe it's cuz of my fear that i may not amount to nothin/
But this anger keeps me from being a langer,
short fused temper, shorts are defused from this rapper/
My 'principles' are that i wouldn't take drugs i don't need them to make me look 'invincible'/
When a guy gotta explore this earth,
Life jus can't be kept rappor(t) and i jus curse/
Maybe it's a struggle for nothin,
And there's nothing new for discoverin,
But i won't sit here and act like the king-pin,
For starters i ain't no king and i ain't no pin/
I'm only spitt-in on this site for the respo-nse,
i won't be splittin from this site if i disa-ppoint/
I take the harsh 'critisism' and think it over like when in 'prison'
so then i can shine in more colours like light thro a prism/
I'm loborious, serious and miscellaneous about rap/
Never to my rhymes will i subtract always 'increase' the callibre of my 'piece'/
Someone help me and show me a GP,
Cuz i'm dying from frustration of being a BG/
Words proned to hazardorous diseases,
Spread it thro the microphone and all deceases/

Any feedback much luved. especially feedback to help elevate.
~1~