
i feel all dead inside, i just fall and i cry,
i just feel like i dont belong in this world
i hurled couple punches at him
i aint no slim no, but i am tim yo
my life is in limbo, because i just dont kno-oow
about this rap game, but i aim for the top
either i make it or not, but its all up to God
if im in number 1 spot,
or am i a failure just like everybody else?
I try and try, again and again,
every time i write, i want to stick this pen,
into my skin
Trying to maintain my inner-self
i guess i should just hang up my hat up on the shelf
because i wont be good as MC A,
i guess i should just pray,
and hope for this day will come
and bring me fame, but right now its just the same ol' shit every day
last until May til februrary eight going on and on
i wish for that one moment, when everyone claps
but then some critics snap, cause im white, now wat the fucks with that?
I rember highscool when i was trying to be cool
a failure to society and a failure to my hometown,
i come from NY the city that neva sleeps
say a couple a beeps every now and then, jot it down with a pen.
people say you dope, but you go home and mope,
cause that was your chance to make it to fame
and claim what you always wanted to claim
How ya think? Feedback please
