heres a lil quick keystyle cuz im bored...
for those who dont know this is about a struggling, straving rapper

"Incomplete"

[A2Z]

My rhymes take careful planning, hours of shit to think//
On the brink of insanity, no rhymes just dishes stacked in the sink//
No job, no money, no girl...just blood sweat and ink//
Hands shaking, voice cracking, eyes hardly seeing//
Glowing red, my being Writers Blocking and ODing//
I need to be eating, but my minds disagreeing//
For the time being, Ill be sitting here guarenteeing//
That sooner or later some shit will hit my pad//
Then my platinum CD will come, ill be glad that i had//
The power to show i was worth something..screw my deadbeat dad//
Posing for ghetto shoe ads...fuck being a high school grad//
Wait, get back to the rhymes... we need some food to eat//
Rapping elite, but I spent my last dollar to buy this beat//
So I need to excrete all the pain from my sould and the street//
Write it on this paper...my ticket to dough is this sheet/
Fuck being a discrete street rapper, ill be banging the concrete//
Set my pen down... shit my verse is incomplete//

[CRYING SOUNDS]

[Affiliate]

this sheet is incomplete but so are my thoughts
i was gonna write somethin meaninful but now i forgot
so i sit here n hope the thoughts come back soon
but i always get distracted from this writin mood
i've been scribblin thoughts down for 2 years now:
few tears plowed, i've witnessed a few cheers now:
still my days seem empty cuz before dis drugs kept me:
consumed and confused so i didnt care, drugs spent me:
now i'm lucky i stopped but past thoughts still bug me:
still hug me makin the present glow seem a bit fuzzy:
why cant i have money n be worth somethin to myself:
wont stop smokin even tho i know its bad for my health:
shit, back to da notes on pad, damn short attention span:
discrations around me keep me from my attempted plan:
i wont stop, cuz i cant stop till my debut album droppin:
even then the demands for more outta me'll keep me hoppin:
feedback from listeners will boost my low self esteem:
it'll stop me from relapsin so i stay fresh n clean:
i look back at what i wrote n it just doesnt seem right:
my flows incomplete, thoughts now obsolete, jus doesnt seem tight:


a little something something...holla at me

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