wondering the reason of me believen every word that was feeded.
to me like a toddler unable to comprehend the reason for breathin.
seems like im dreaming this fantasy that is a wave of imagenation.
upon the "foundation" created by the newest generation.
with out hesitation i see the nation that has failed me.
stuck me to a cross, held me down and then nailed me.
be-trayed by those that i thought that i could trust.
do i still got it? energy? do i still have enough?
i may be rough around the edges, cus im on and off in this rap shit.
this structure looks crooked... or am i just thinking to quick.

do i still got what it takes to fly over head of the rest.
im an alien hovering over those hovering in stress.
if lil wayne a predetor, then why am i called an alien.
cause he got dreadlocks and my bald head considered stainless?
does it matter that it didnt rhyme? that it was a crappy line?
does it matter what you think deep in the crimson of your shitty mind?
your shitty grinds got me shifting time to another place.
far away from what you shit-heads call rap-today.
im not about hip hop, i speak about this hip-rap.
where its pure crap upon shitty beats and lose tracks.
question is has my talent increased since my hatching?
am i more gifted now then i was before my happening?
and with out rapping im just another wanna-be emcee
that watches more mcs then mcs do on beefTV...
dont even bother lookin that channal doesnt even conspire.
its expired... dead, deceased... cause truth is it was never hired...
i think im done with this garbage i let this bullshit go.
do i still got it? ill let this hole webpage go and vote.....

-Da prophit