First verse off new song im writing. Don't know if i like it or not, feed would be great.
A five foot white kid fucked up off the shit he’s been on
Runnin around, like skin n bones, pale skinny and blonde
No one misses or even notices it when hes been gone
So he lays low and when jawed at doesn’t begin to respond
He keeps the pen in his palm and uses it as a way to escape
And for every beating there’s a verse to get away from the hate
He keeps the pen and pad with him but hes in dismay, the berate
Taunting thrown his way will not make him stray from his fate
The plays he creates... are intense with vivid imagery
As he bumps slim shady his step-dad is sippin hennessey
He needs a blanket to stop frozen nights the frickin winter sees
But he'll never see it, you don't know of the broken tendencies