technically im lasting while everyone is laughing
makes me want to stop rapping and start blasting
now im on my last string, the last thing is passing
while the new thing is truely starting to pass me
one more insult could push me over the edge
an du wonder why my face is red, no pages read
every drop meant something, but yall clown and joke
i hope every single one of u sick fuckers choke
my beats are garbage, by ur on kanyes level
my pyscholical feelings arent feeling so special
im feeling like a olympian that worked so hard
................. but just missed a medal............
it feels hard some times, expressing true emotion
expecially when ur on ur last string
gasping at the chance, knowing in advance
ur oppotunity is as wide as the blue ocean
bu tu getting held down, an dur feeling hell bound
by ur peers, and vacant stares...
and ur minds going clear, struggling to make a sound
ur pieces losing the spirit they used to have
but now there dumbed down
now there on ur level, so now u have to clap
so this is now ur rap, it was so beautiful
but not its populatiry, and not so much musical
u confusin still, all that practicing, agony
they got me on my last string
......... but im still lasting