Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I m surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss
My life s like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all in to all my spit
Instead of always tryin to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and shit
While I sit writer?s block sick of all this shit
Can t call it shitall I know is I?m about to hit the wall
If I haft to see another one of mom s alcoholic fits
This is itlast strawthat?s allthat?s it
I aint dealing with another fucking politic
I m like a skillet bubblin until it filters up
I m about to kill itI can feel it building up
Blow this building upI?ve concealed enough
My cup run ith over I?ve done and filled it up
The pen explodes and bustsink spill s my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
But I?m a show youwhatyou gon feel my rush
You don?t feel it then it must be too real to touch
Feel to dutchabout to tear shit up
Goosebumpsyeah I?m a make your hair sit up
Yeah sit upI?m a tell you who I be
I?m a make you hate me cause you aint me
You aintit aint to late to finally see
What you close minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds meis gonna get a finders fee
Out this worldaint no one out their mind as me
You need peace of mindwell here s a piece of mind
All I need s a line but sometimes
I don?t always find the words to rhyme
To express how I?m really feeling at that time
Yeah sometimessometimessometimesjust sometimes
It?s always mehow dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight12then half past 3
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper(Tear)
I?m desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest
Of this shit off my chestagainstuck in this slum
Can?t think of nothingfuck I?m stumped
But wait here comes something
Nopeit?s not good enoughscribble it outnew pad
Crinkle it up and throw that shit out
I?m fizzling now thought I had figured it out
Ball s in my court but I?m scared to dribble it out
I?m afraidbut why am I afraidwhy am I a slave to this trade
Sign that I?ll spit to the gravereal enough to rall you up
What me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I?m a switch hitterbitchJimmy Smith aint a quitter
I?m a sit here till I get enough
For me to finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch come get destroyed
An MC s worst dream I make them tensethey hate me
See me and shake like a chain link fence
By the looks of em you would swear that jaws was coming
By the screams of em you would swear I?m sawing someone
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming
It?s now or never and tonight is all or nothing
MommaJimmy keep leaving on ushe said he d be back
He pinky promisedI don?t think he s honest
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock
Fuck this clockI?m a make them eat this watch
Don?t believe me watchI?m a win this race
And I?m a come back and rub my shit in your face
BitchI found my nicheyou gonna hear my voice
Till you sick of it you aint gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung
If I have half a chance I?ll grab itrabbit run...

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