I always seem to feel betrayed, because I don’t know the trick of the trade
Fuck these rules, I’ll school you in the game cause I won’t be played
As I touch the end of the blade, I start to feel my life’s crusade
I wanna be up to par, and break down the bar and make the grade
In my head I feel this pain, and the struggles seem to pierce my brain
My entire life is pushed together, stuck forever like a busy traffic lane
I guess I was put here to entertain, because these thoughts I can’t explain
I’m stuck to fame it’s my domain, I’m connect to it with a ball and chain
Pushing myself is so inhumane, but I have to persuade like an ad campaign
And all these fucking pricks, who keep pretending they aren’t sucking dicks
In my mind I have these rhyming ticks, it’s my drug and I’m losing my fix
I tried to take alot of feedback from people, I do believe I still need help. But am I getting any better? I took the suggestion that I got to write down different lines that rhymed together like
End of the day
Feel betrayed
Trick of the trade
Won’t be played
I have prayed
Make the grade
End of the blade
Life’s crusade
I think I'm doing this right, I even tried to put some internal rhymes in it.
I DID IT RIGHT?
