Wrote this one a lil bitago to a picture. Holla if ya hear me. ~1

Lyrically blessed with the talent to make rhymes,
Yet it is not enough to lead me throguh this vicious world of lies,
The music is in my soul, trapped, by an unseen forced lyrically bonded to me,
No credit do i get for my passion, But i keep playin till my fingers turn to dust,
I can't stop playing now, I must live as long as the music plays,
I am eternal in my sorrow, yet i am ruthless in the musical business,
I play with rags of the people who have risen above me, and the people i have risen above,
I lower my face to the ground with sorrow and depression, for no one appreciates the music inside of me,
No one notices the lyrical talent i have, and there fore, do not notice me at all,
I am man with no fears, no enemies, no strengths and no weaknesses, yet i cannot live my life without music,
For it is the essence of the very thing that keeps me alive in this world,
Oh what would it be like without this music of mine!?
Would i even be here?
Or would i have ever existed? For you never know how the world can change when you take something away from them...
I will always be here, playin my life away until i get my one big chance...
No one can take that away from me for it is the very reason which i am put on this earth,
You can call it whatever you like...
Fate...
Reason...
Purpose...
Just know that it's gonna happen, and theres nothin you can do to stop it...

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