i jus finnished editing this but i aint sure if it needs mo work to it and i need to think of a hook. so any critical advise or anything would b apriciated........


In ma words I express tha way I’m feeling,
but in words I cant explain how I’m dealing/
I get annoyed coz ma prospect is unexpected,
I toyed wit normal life, n it iv rejected/
Will ma ability wit words be detected,
or I jus a tragic fanta-sist getting objected?/
people say you can do it, tha skies tha boundary,
ex-cept ma weather conditions are cloudy /
dis pressure got me trip trip tripping,
n I seize it but it keeps slip slip slipping/
is it doable to hold something that’s not real?,
possible to touch it if I don’t feel /
I try not to take much to heart,
its hard when your throwing text like a dart/
crushing ma chest I ask tha voices to shut up,
tryna push ma cart off track but I get up/
I was at tha part when it was questions I lack,
I know dem, now all I ask is feedback /
I would quiz tha man above, but is he true?,
I’m sharing ma view, n writing helps ma moods/
but dis whole trend is only temporary,
n ill prob end up working ina cemetery /
so nun of dis shit will mean shit to me,
“ima b a rapper!” yo I’m thinking crazy/
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It seems like I only exist to most of you,
Is when your stitched then you choose/
to need a fool to suite your deceitful tone,
but I’m just there so you wont be alone/
I didn’t moan bout your plans I went along,
I was small then now I’m grand and strong/
I couldn’t recognize features that people comprise,
apart from the side that wouldn’t tell lies/
tricked into thinking and id stay believing,
forgot that your selfish twofaced and deceiving/
confusion got me wondering who tells tha truth,
bust ups only finish in losing your tooth/
but become fucked up and you loose your youth,
quit why you can and fix what screw you got lose/
who will you choose when I’m not there?,
I was handing you my soul coz I fort you would care/
demanding you were in control over you and me.
not understanding me as I was temporary/
I need time to change but time isn’t in ma range,
rearrange ma frame fed up of shit being tha same/
I gotta learn how to fly wit out wings,
Gotta take turns to tackle tasks tha day brings/
And keep in mind dis time its only me in this game,
Don’t trust no one besides their name/
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peace

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im capable of anything my amagination can give me wings, like doves flyin over streets watching many things//Nas