His soul is cold, living in a hell house of a broken home
His best friend just got sentenced and he's got no parole
His life's a wreck, thing is he's not the one to blame in fact
The music he listen's to is turning him into a pure maniac
His problems within drive him to the point to raise a fist
But he's only frustrated cause his parents never gave a shit
People just don't understand, and their always lying it seems
So as a relief he spend's most of his time on the streets
He searches for a job, he's serious deep down in his spirit
But no one will trust him because of his outer appearance
So he results to rap, and in the beginning its boring not hot
But adjusts to it when he starts to spit on corners and blocks
It doesn't matter anymore, he's just been given Life's Token
Don't care about spitting an Open Mic, he leave's the Mic Open
He take's it personal and without a doubt he's the best writer
From Battles to Bragging, everyone know's he wrecks cyphers
Along with loving the sound, he's chasing the waves of music
He was always cool, but I guess that at times it pays to lose it
When it comes down to illness, this kid knows that he has it
He's confident, and dare's anyone to step up for a challenge
He's broke on the outside, and his career will never be landed
But hes learned to cherish the thing called rap we take for granted...
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