Alone, lonely at night
I pick up my pen and I write
About all my wrongs till they're right
Battlin with myself to find the words
Almost like i'm picking a fight
with myself, the one person I don't even like we goin through the same ****, different  night and some how I never right
Haters casting spells on **** the couldn't even write telling me how to make it better then I visit thier site they reposting poems they didn't even write you thought this was poem, now your in for fight my higher intellect and my thoughts intersect and the words ignite this rap not a poem much to your delight I wrote this **** to take a **** on haters that like - to hate on peoples works, I refute anyone that thought they gave them the right, now things is getting ugly, i'm going in on this track until they give me life, killing this **** and to think this is me being nice