My sister thinks that I could rap
and I'm not really feeling that.

Yeah I rhyme and **** but
putting words into lines to spit
and flow at the same time and ****
isn't really on my mind
when I'm writing with a pen
it's my pain flowing out until the ink ends.

You see I'm a poet, I don't rap
I don't know if I can keep up a swag
like mcjagger

Like my bad I don't have grills
and I'm just a 5'1 girl  
at an open night
though I'm really not the type to drop a mic
so I never step up to the lights.

My sister just thinks that I can rap
like a needle in a haystack
one in a million
new gen Sylvia Plath.

Don't expect me to pop out on a track
like I said I'm a poet I don't rap.
You want a hit? You'll get a relapse

I know I sound like Dr Seuss
playing around putting on rappers shoes
I really just can't help it when the flows loose
so I'm tryna let myself feel the muse.

I'm setting my sights
on a dream I had when I
was kicking it and still flew kites
so excuse me if I'm pushing past
and cutting lines
I'm just tryna make it in time

But I'm a poet I don't rap
I've never tried to make it fast
it feels like I'm plastering a mask
Yet I still try to backtrack
and yap at
those who look and clap

But those who hear my bangers
put me on a hanger
forget me and
lock me in a chamber
til it's time to hear the reaper.

I think I'm too dark to be on a record

But my sister says that I can rap
like a needle in a haystack
one in a million
new gen Sylvia Plath

So maybe you can play me
when it's time to do some digging
read me when you're weeping
and seeking for some feelings
to shadow when you're crashing
and trashing and need **** to stop happening.

But hey,
Whatever happens happens
so maybe you'll see me on stage
and begin an ovation
for all my time and patience

my sister will be right like
time and time again,
I'll just have to smile
and shrug for all my fans.

I dunno though,
she just says she thinks that I can rap;
so I typed it all out
and tried to put it on a track
and maybe it lacks
but cut me some slack
I'm a poet I don't rap.