I've broken pinky promises
and smoked my lungs dry
I've flip-flopped over
'cause my long-haired, nice guy side
got fried, and took a tab of acid
got a mental check and cashed it
liberated in a sense but the freedom hasn't lasted
if you put a beat over this some old school kids would say
"he smashed it"
I'm up off my last hit and I can't find my water
writing raps like an old school Eminem rehash with no supporters
no restraining orders, no quart dates, no guns, but I am smoking quarters
so I guess I'm just saying it so it's down for the recorders
that I'm fed up, and feel like my voice is useless
I listen to all the wack rappers now days, they truthless
they talk they're big life with the "hoes and cars", but their bars
blow harder than a ****** that takes atm cards
I don't want to sound harsh, but when a twenty year old white kid from the suburbs
can slap you so fast you get whiplashed by the vocab and quote a line by Ahab, "
He took my leg. I don't intend to give him my ***" in the same line that ****** your spine,

somethings wrong in rap.