On these rainy days I just drain and daze/
As my main will phrase its sort of like pain in ways/
Reminece things I left back in my childhood/
It was blown off the top like a freestyle would/
Because when I was young, it was the best/
Floods of blessings, now i’m buzzed with stress/
Study for tests but I’m always sunk like the U.S. maine/
Cuz I dunno what did it, I guess i’m dressed vain/
But I’ll now try hard before this guys scarred/
And the cries start, possess what these eyes guard/
I see I’m held in a nice place, though not twice ace/
Still its where my lifes great, never drop like mice trace/
In forty five seconds I beckon whats going on/
Flowing strong blades won’t go up unlike growing lawns/
Where I stand, double the support than a pair of fans/
Prayers through hands that its shared what planned/
I thrive and strive for rap cuz I’ll survive with that/
My rhymes arrive and map I’m alive and strapped/
He’s cold? Steep goals get deep molds jus to keep hold/
Assisted vision magnified through a peephole/
Cuz I’m getting a distinct view of what I want/
Needing laborious efforts cuz up front its tough/
Now, treated like a dog cuz my hoods up, it chilly!/
Really, I think its kinda silly, i ain’t even from philly/
Through appearance you assume I’m an ignorant person?/
Hear what I’m singing in verses when bringin my purpose/
You stare out your windows thinking i’ll hurt ya kid?/
Well that goes to show what you know, I rather turn em friends, yo/

Frequently get discriminated for my preference of music...
Speaking the difference of views and I tensely lose it...
All they figures that I’m fake, so I’ll be called a wigger...
They don’t take the time to know me, my falls then bigger...
I wish they’d understand thats it my way of expression...
I fade with depression when you sway my impression..
See, I know my position, now you’ll blow with derision...
Till I show my renditions how I’m prone to collisions...

Take it one on one, realize that I don’t front I’m tough...
Or stunt and bluff, or be a menace in hunt of cuffs...
Okay, you don’t like this? Then I guess you don’t like me...
You say, “you’re white, please!”, this is how I fight these...
I’m right though, rap is poetry, poetry resembles yourself...
I don’t dissemble myself so never dissassemble myself...
What lies heres true, so now that the tears through...
You get a clear view of me, now I wanna hear you...