I actually just found this from awhile back. I really dont remember ever writying it so i'm assumiong I was drunk or something. But here ya go
Oh yeah now the Native isn't so hard,
FUCK!! I'm screaming like I done damaged my spirit,
Yeah thats right I didn't rhyme but never could you hear it,
I'm only writing to not grab this stolen gun,
Yeah thats right TR I do own a gun,
That doesnt make me a ganster in any way shape or form,
Just means I protect myself from when today breaks the storm,
I'm writing with frozen hands that bleed on the ground,
Because all of my pages are stuck to the sleet on the ground,
On the verge of tears cause my fingers are frost bitten,
My mind racin I'm pacing, I'm all trippin,
Waitin escapin the fate of this Native like goddamit,
Walked all the way up the stairs to heavens door but God slammed it,
I'm halfdrunk screaming alone ouside,
Half-done, with half my lungs reeming so stoned and thats why,
My structure is fucked but hell when was it ever good,
The words I hear in my head so silent, hear it? You never could,
Never will I subdue my style for punches,
But that'll make me better or somethin,
Fuck it, my style are the words I speak in my own language,
I'm insane with a tainted brain shit you could never tame it,
So I'm not sorry for a second that none of my lines stick out,
With third-rate punches to tie the sticks down,
Like Fuck all this advice you don't rhyme just to rhyme,
You need better punches and wordplay though it's your first time,
Take all that shit and blow it out your ass,
I'll rhyme how I want in my motorboat with no gas, I'm so fast when I type that I write with the speed of leopards,
When you read it better you won't need to measure,
I can only dream to catch her but my foot got caught in the beads and feathers.