Your sitting at your computer, slumping ya spline/
reading this shit, with rhymes that jump from the screen/
written with such power, you probably won't get it/
and yet it will stay in ya mind a week after you've read it/
cuz my rhymes are all powerful, and lyrics are all vibrant/
planning to take this over with the spirit of a tyrant/
but this shit is probably pointless, like to question the weather/
I worry cuz I always hope that im destined for better/
this shit is certain, it may as well be chiselled in stone/
because I fear im stuck here like in an invisible dome/
this shit is a battle, and im forever enlisted/
sit down with a pen and then willing to spit whatever's been scripted/
these may just be rhymes, but you have to ensure they're spoken right/
fearing the sparked bulb will go out just like a broken light/
see im addicted to this shit, borderline on obsession/
not just because raps dope, more to rhyme is a lesson/
cause when I spit, it's almost like im preaching in lines/
the perfect medium for me to start speaking my mind/
and if I don't do it, I begin to tremble and shake/
and I get worse and worse until I resemble a quake/
but now, progressively, my mind is becoming darker and darker/
my creativity's a bitch, and it's getting harder to start her/
Im terrified, that someday i'll simply be unable to write/
I'll have no outlet, and my mind will become unstable with blight/
I couldn't get this shit off my chest, and eventually I couldn't breathe/
I'd be done with rap and then i'd feel that I should just leave/
only being able to come with wack shit, and rhymes that are all played ones/
that's my biggest fear, but I'll worry about that when that day comes/
and untill then I'll continue spitting what Im sure ya missed/
with rhymes so vivid im like a fucking lyrical muralist/
and continue to spit to emcee's what's unendurable/
and spill this with an illness that is simple uncurable/
im really not feelin this one
maybe it'll be ok if I spit it over a beathow can I improve?
