Divine pain
when will my losses yield my gain
while now I lie beaten by the rain
i still spit real shit, always livin my name
sublime, worthy of awe and praise
my only release from the daily malaise
i possess a flow like the nile
string multis for miles
the words that i compile
product of my livin trials
will leave all in denial
of skill-so-raw, yet- still-so infantile
i am no evanescent
my blessings are omnipresent
yet i fight for my legend
people can't understand my lessons
they need tutorin
My metaphors have them stressing
wanna turn their computer in
Yet and still i boast
about how i burn mcs like toast
about hwo i represent the east coast, buffalo
i still try to establish my flow
i still try to teach those who don't know
im ready to stop but still i go
the river of shit will always flow
so i paddle, from open mics to battles
leaving concious thought rattled
and now i prattle on
prolonging this poetic song
i could flow all day long
but that would be wrong
so now i end
pointless as i when i begin