Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I’m surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My life’s like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and shit
While I sit, writer’s block, sick of all this shit
Can’t call it shit
All I know is I’m about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom’s alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that’s all, that’s it
I ain’t dealing with another fucking politic
I’m like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
I’m about to kill it I can feel it building up
Blow this building up
I concealed enough
My cup runneth over I done filled it up
But then explodes and busts
Ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well I’ma show you what
You gon’ feel my rush
You don’t feel it then it must be too real to touch
Peel the Dutch
I’m about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, ya, I’ma make your hair sit up
Ya, sit up
I’m a tell you who I be
I’ma make you hate me cuz you ain’t me
You wait, it ain’t to late to finally see
What you close-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me’s gonna get a finder’s fee
Out this world, ain’t no one out their mind as me
You need peace of mind?
Here’s a piece of mine
All I need’s a line
But sometimes I don’t always find the words to rhyme
To express how I’m really feeling at that time
Ya sometimes sometimes sometimes
It’s just sometimes, it’s always me
How dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper
I’m desperate in my desk
If I can just get the rest of this shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slump, can’t think of nothing
Fuck, I’m stumped, ump, wait, here comes something
Nope, it’s not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out
I’m fizzling out, thought I figured it out
Ball’s in my court but I’m scared to dribble it out
I’m afraid
But why am I afraid?
Why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I’ll spit to the grave
Real enough to rile you up
Wanna me to flip it, I could rip it any style you want
I’m a switch hitter bitch
Jimmy Smith ain’t a quitter
I’m a sit here til I get enough in me
To finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An mc’s worst dream, I make ‘em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chain link fence
By the looks of ‘em you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of ‘em you would swear I’m sawing someone
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming
It’s now or never and tonight it’s all or nothing
Momma Jimmy keeps leaving on us
He said he’d be back, he pinky promised
I don’t think he’s honest
I’ll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I’ma make them eat this watch
Don’t believe me, watch
I’ma win this race
And I’ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my niche, you gon’ hear my voice
Till you’re sick of it, you ain’t gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung
If I have half a chance I’ll grab it
Rabbit run

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