-Struggle-

Try to reach with speech so I latch on and dispatch microphones
To match up with domes start rapping from scratch in verbal tones
im murkin bones the king of the rap game to take your throne
they hate im on,im baggin yo remainings to take it home
If only the streets can witnessin the change from the rags to ritches
got bags of lyrics spit whenever i feel it at fags and bitches
whoever steps gets packed,and rearrange they back with stitches
im strapped only to rest all these fake artists wit rappin gimmics
niggaz gettin signed wit no flow cuz they connection is right
wit the right chance and opportunity i'll be known for the blessin the mics
but now im stuck with this pad with no reflection is sight
just me,im sunk in the barrier with no detection of life....

an old piece
nothin spectacular ... lookin for feedback