unfinished for now, help with a title is appreciated

[Ant@gonist]

I'm sick of bein broke sick of bein a bum
sick of wakin up here sick of seein the slums
shit i'm tryna eat til my mouth bleed from the gums
but erything aint always peaches and plums
my momz and popz sick too cuz TaG is gettin grown
they dont wanna see me eryday but my ass live at home
yeah i be workin hard and bring in a paychek
but not enough for me to breathe in a safe breath
it make me wanna go out and sin and face death
And every journey in life begins wit A STEP
my B-Momz is thinkin ambivalent things
like she fuckin wit a nigga thas still in his teens
or that I'ma be a somebody fulfillin his dreams
who she kiddin? I aint shit I aint fit to be king
I walk around wit a blck gun stuffed in the pants
tryna get on and hustle some grams
in 01 at OSU I hustled OT
from the dorms it was EZ to smuggle OZ's
but now i'm on the bench tryna get in the game
and stack chips like lays and keep spittin the flames
shit i'm finna have a daughter to raise
I'm grown can't tell me shit nigga, pardon my age
cuzz said i'm crazy, it won't make much of a difference
that I'ma still be right here stuck where i'm livin
I said nah dawg, wit a lil bit of luck it'd be different
plus its too late, i'm already stuck in position
and i aint movin i aint shufflin pivots
if you aint wit me forget it
I'll go outside and hustle alone
just my gun, my 2 ballz, my muscles and bones
it aint right so it must've been wrong
May God forgive me and show me mercy at the gate
afterall, his judgement put me in this place
and the curveballs that life throw put me at the plate
now i'm sick and in a dark state of my mind
what on earth could i possibly say to my momz?
she did the best she could through her jobs and actions
but even she can't replace my father's absence
Fuck the glamor and takin trips to Paris
I'ma just get a whole lot of chips and share it
I aint use to think I would ever have shit to cherish
that is until i switched to parent

yall gotta feel me

[Brother Blue Collar]

i dunno what it was sumthing made it hard for me to read it all it was the scheme same place that shit just switched ta shit, aslo what made it hard to read was the shit was 2 long you might wanna break up into verses put a hook or sumthing give people a break in it or sumthing cuz this is just 2 long nice shit tho and i think you should end it at that last line

[STUBBY]

hey man i really do think that this is very good i think you had awesome structure and that wordplay was tight as hell, i usuallly dont like it when someone caps or bolds letters but in this the bolding helped me understand the flow, i think that you also had great creativity well late man

[STUBBY]

i think something like "My Life" or "What goes on in My World" or "What Goes On In My Everyday" would be good

[Bare Fists]

"Everyday" would probably suit this piece for a title.
I found it hard to want to read it to be honest. Probably because of the structure that you used, it just didn't appeal to me as much. Or perhaps it's just not my style.

Either way, it was still good. Atleast your expressing yourself through the art of rhyming, and your talking about the daily struggle that many people in the world face. I feel you to a certain degree, but I also felt that the piece could of been worded better. Just seems like it drags on and on and on until you hit the ending.

Just my two cents on how I felt about it.

[Mistral]

You need to leave 2 links to 2 open mics that you left decent feedback on or this gets closed, Thanks.