Da nights leave Black marks on hard souls and bold Games,
Evil scars the good and relinquish hopes with Cold remains
Lyrically, I express what ought to be expressed to Sum point
But watch my morality Crumble..... when moving at gun point
The Sun replenishes my soul........ all the while im still moving
My Heart is telling me im winning but my mind is sayin im losin
wanna be da one of the best.... yet that has not been provin
The physical body remains trapped....yet my soul is still oozin-
Im in the trapped mind of state i feel so bad but yet so great
The motovation is strong too..... but my will power is so faint
I wanna be somebody who is not judged on how he nos play
But on da content of his statements and what he has to say
Lyrical Immorality is impossible no exsistance such as that is
No such thing as supeior Mc's...no lyrically weighted classes
Cuz i dont obtain graditude being better than somebody specs.
Everyone wants to be the best rappers but their not dead yet.
Im not an Bonafide hustla but be sure you know i meet my plan
They all wanna be claim best........ But best hasn't even began
This is just a peice of one of my verses man
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