Lets be honest, I astonish with the phonics, And though they try to nail me down, they know I got it polished, Polyps on my vocal chords, prolly cause I wrote some more, Possibly from screaming at the walls in hopes of open doors, I just dont know no more, flow till I cant go no more, Tryna dodge them bullets, not the ones that Tony Romo throws, But I know God only knows, Lord knows that Im trying, Trying and surviving even though inside Im dying, Im a lion not a liar, lying down inside the fire, While theyre prying at my pride, inside they hate that they admire, Haters hate that I inspire, I let them taste the iron, Let em hate how great that I am, still escaping snakes and sirens, But why am, I so close to victory, And if anything repeats itself, we know its history, This wizardry Im working certainly would murk and rip emcees, Some say that Im the one, but I still wonder if its me. --- Capeesh
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 22:10:08 +0000
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