I rattle when I battle, cuz I'm simply toying with kids...
Who don't understand life yet, barely outta their bib.
So I live my life daily, knowing more than they do...
But not cuz I'm smarter, it's what I've been through...
I no longer relate to, what they live and breathe now...
Emotions and situations, I couldn't dig with a plow.
S'why I'm moving on and leaving SS altogether...
Because the topics lately, rain on me like bad weather.
"Growing Pains" and "Peer Pressure", what's next to expect...
A verse with the title, "I Haven't Lost My Virginity Yet"?
I'll save my breath, cuz I've been there, done that to death...
And it was so long ago, that I put that shit to rest.
I've moved on, grown up, now my topics currently read...
"My Shoulders Hold The World", and "I Must Water My Seed".
Because that's real life to me, I don't vibe with you, see?
And I don't feel my work warrants judgement by teens.
But funny how it goes, when irony's at your nose...
All in my face, cuz I still want props for my flows.
Where would I go, if I didn't come here to post...
Would I just write on looseleaf only seen by ghosts?
How could I boast, without feedback from friends...
Who's respect let's you know, it's not just on lend.
I guess it's best to say it's a cruel game of give and take...
I give wisdom in return for age jokes and disgrace.
But that's ok, I know outside of SS is Open Mic...
A place where elevation is allowed to take flight.
A place where the barbs are few and far between...
Becomes the only place my skill will be seen.
I've left feedback on...
Baby Blue Eyes, by Freeman
Offers, by T-West
Alter Ego, by Feeble Minded
Ode to RB's Greatest, by Grisly Virtue
Stage Fright, by Ace of Aces
I Remember, by LM