I thought i was the best untill i came to this site//
i aint gon flow cuz i cant even do that right//
i said to myself i can come here and get an easy wins//
shit... what was i thinking what have i got myself in//
every time i battle or write on open mic an even trying
to be a poet its like slamming my face into a brick wall
i know im gon blow it//
every time i spit a verse the people get even worse//
i feel as if rapping is my life but how can one be good if he keeps spitting wack verses cuz he thinks is hot because he grew up in the hood//
every one call's me wack before i can even unload whats in my backpack//
i should have took the other path but yet i had to turn back // now you know
i feel after thinking i was hot went from that to lame//
im tired of being told the same thing//