I spit my rhymes to get off of some of my frustraition,
Its like these babies waitin for moms their to start lactatin,
They the first to run their mouth but the last to back it up,
Tell me to fight their battles but now enough is enough,
You need to let up, cause i wont be their every time,
If you get fucked up, the guilty conscience wont be mine,
Cause you deserve what you get, what goes around comes back,
You try to play hard, but all it proves is that you know how to act.

I just want a little feed back, i had kind of a bad day