checkit/
tears drop outta tha mic/
and I find, Im not as strong, as I thought I was, in my mind/
and its sad.......bein stuck in this desolate spot/
cuz Im caught between livin life and livin it not/
ex-bitch is fuckin this faggot or-not*/
and I dumped her ass so why the fuck does it bother me/
jedi renegade or foresaken emcee/
lone ranger cryin' with my mic beside me/
no longer rappin lightly/
Im bringin this shit right outta my bones/
outta my soul and straight outta my throat/
I been in love with the-same-thing* for many* years/
* barely reckognizes me and it draws tears/
from my heart, from my pen, from this mic/
but never once from my eyes cuz I keep it bottled up inside/
but it leaks out...and I cry/
and I cry and again like a man I cry/
want it* like* a wife, want it* as* my life/
but only got it* in this mic/
and this mic is my rhyme and I write to find/
the truth in me/
fuck wordplay and fuck vocabulary/
fuck rhyme scheme/
cuz the purity is found only in its simplicity/
so this is me writin' "Dear Diary"/
Im transformin my heart thru muscles/
to veins to nerve impulses/
to twitches to pen to ink to lines to rhyme/
to one open mic to open my mind/
if I had a penny for every time I wrote 'bout u/
Id be richer then Bill Gates and Donald Trump too/
but its the same thing over and over again/
round and round I go/
chasin' my fuckin tail, I dont even know/
what the fuck Im doin anymore/
just stuck with this lonely mic cuz I am The Lonely Mic/
and thats all folks/
and thats all.


*= changes I made cuz it came out too personal