[Verse 1]

Death seems like an escape.

I'm a douchebag, but gimmie a mic and I'm great
Cause we all have the same thoughts in our minds that we make,
The only difference is I'm not afraid to write it and say it.


When 13 is the time of the day,
and 666 got your mind so afraid

and you feel like you might just degrade, and you start rhymin away
But it's not enough to vent all of the times in your brain


All of the cries and the pains, all of the silence you gave
all of the violence you've witnessed and the times you remained
silent but you know you would need a vest,

You need to rest and vent but stress grows like a chia pet.

and you knew you would make it, and you repeat your stress

Ever since he wrote we a gret, whatever that means, but yes
one day you will not only be famous,
You will also be considered, to mother$#&@in be the BEST.


And that's the truth,
so I do all the things that I have to do

and just hope that one day I'll rap to you
and just hope that one day I'll rap for food


Repeat the clapping, and people will be in handy
when you make it, these people will feed my family, and we will stand tall
By buyin records, not knowing that they're helpin out

but for now, I'll just get by on whatever counts.



[Verse 2]
I'm a veteran in this game, on some $#&@in student %#@!
rappin for 6 years, still feel like I'm new to this

every day it seems like I'm figuring some newer %#@!
And yet I'm not famous, and don't have a $#&@in groupie (*##$,


Rap today is a disgrace, man, it truly is
All of these rappers actin, they're on their movie %#@!
I had a mind, but this !@$( is losing it

No one gives a $#&@ about the swag that you're moving with.

Half of these newer kids just act when they're doing this,

Rap in the music biz, back out and use the %#@!
to exploit it and make money out of thin air
I'm not making this %#@! up, the sound has been there.


As I repeat this,
your mind is weakened,

Don't try to beat this
I will never give into this time of evil