Anyways, this is something I just cooked up, tell me what you think...
Give me that mic, I'm ready to fight,
ready to strike, give me that nine,
I'm ready to die, ready to find,
what I wanna find, cuz in my mind,
my writings have already signed,
my death warrant, like i've already died,
grabbed my heard and poured it,
took everything inside,
& I had to decide,
whether i'd, go run and hide,
"Boy you better go & f*ckin fight,"
my moms voice was stuck in my mind,
I made the biggest choice I could at the time,
Luckily I, decided to stand as a man,
put up my hands, & try my luck in rap,
walked out my door, & never looked back...
