felt like spittin a quick keystyle, possibly a third verse to my "Tears of the Mic" song im workin on (first two were "The Lonely Mic" and "Foresaken Emcee") lets see what happens


yo, yo checkit/`
"Foresaken Emcee", "The Lonely Mic" is me/
why can't I just see, what am I to be/
and I just want to die then get surprised by the eyes/
of my lies in my rhymes, and every time I try to rhyme lately/
it sucks, gettin props but I dont give a fuck/
cuz I need respect for myself 'fore I can accept it from somebody else/
and thats just how it goes yo...how it goes yo/
yo checkit/
once upon a time I cried out my own "Lonely Mic"/
cuz I could not have that one thing, I tried/
...heh God knows I tried/
but once I let the sadness subside/
and I found I was filled with a fire inside/
when I felt betrayed by....../
but thats that and thats no lie/
called him a faggot/
sorta wanna take it back, but not yet, why?/
cuz Im no longer brake'n, Im "Foresaken", and taken/
no more shit/
Im tired of it/
tired of my life and tired of this wrist/
thats it, time to be rid of it/
but I have one wish, one request/
as odd as it may be, its mine none the less/
tell my pad, tell my pen, tell my mic I love 'em/
this is sad, this is why, I dont kick no fake raps no more/
things like bling,bling or tappin that slut in her butt/
'til she cant take it no more/
or rockin glocks, coppin rocks I aint a gangsta, I aint a playa/
not even an ill rhyme sayer/
not a rapper, just a foresaken lyricist with a mic/
your only safe in hearin this with your eyes/
and that's it folks/
that's it.