A father and a son.. The father tells it to his chest..
The guy says he ain't been drinkin, but I smell it on his breath..
He thinks his words can hurt me.. But I know I feel success..
I think, "Wait 'til I make it.." That shit'll lay his spiel to rest..
Talkin' about me givin up on him.. Berating me, and turnin' down his spouse..
The dude think he can scare my ass, talkin bout burnin' down the house..
He ain't on my level.. I have more talents than he does hair..
My adrenaline pumpin'.. I feel like I could hold my balance in the air..
Will I regret writin' this? Question after question comes runnin' through my mind..
If he only knew what I possessed, it'd be novocaine.. Shit, I'd be numbin his behind
I don't even know how this sounds.. I don't care, I need to express this feel..
Fists clenched.. Veins poppin', grindin my shoes against my heels..
Can't nobody hold me down now.. This is just further incentive to succeed..
My own demeanor feels strange.. My mind feels demented yet procedes..
I hate to say it.. But this thing will definitely only improve my cause
I feel like an animal for christsake.. After killin' competitors, I'll easily peruse my claws..
IT'S OVER.......
I WON'T BE BEATEN NOWW.....

this was a spur of the moment thing.. some gay shit put me in the mood to put on this cd and write this thing.. comments and approval ain't even necessary, cause I'm readin it over, and shit may not even make sense..

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