Short key

My pen is leaking of ink, sinking deep in the page as the rage is released//
I seize to capture the beat, the feat is lost to the peace thats left incomplete//
I piece the words in my head, instead of writing of feelings I keep stealing my thoughts//
Reminded of shots, all the squads Ive forgot, until my pen is a memory, blank from blood clots//
I drop the pen in the trash, grab a marker of sort and distort the distractions, I'm tired of this rappin//
A label attraction? When the fuck will it happen? Its too late for school, I can't dual with fractions//
My faction has failed, I cant excell in the game, I blame the world for my wrong, they never let me belong//
My parents foregone, they wouldnt wait on my songs, this rap shits the only one that ever kept me along//
I was drawn to money, now its funny you see, I only did it for fame, its what my parents would think was expected of me//
A Great Emcee, the best to ever exist, and to think I believed em... then with a moment of grief, they started deceivin//
I was achievin a rap, but not in lyrical arts, the heart of the town, people treated me fair, and looked with blank stares//
You see I never was born, my mother answered her prayers, I died because her affairs... before I was born, I was killed without care//
My rhymes unborn, storing age in the trash, my age was slashed short before I could speak//
I was the greatest to rap, entrapped before weeks, but it was I that had, the greatest ever technique.. I managed to rap... without learning to breathe//

RIP to those who wont give the chance...

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