I just edited it and added more to there verse... feed would be much appreciated

(Verse 2)
{bridge}
…when I rap,
I rap mic’s, around my neck, too my face roll’s red,
and my pupil’s contract,
cause see, I’m nice on tha track, it ant no secret,
I deserve respect, an when I get it, I’ma keep it…
I’m sporadic, A teen, turned rap feen, manic
addicted too-do-rag’s, xanax, and comic’s
creative, A native, raised by hip hop, never fail to amaze,
till the day I drop,
cause you are, what you say, and what you say,
you portray,
I’ma factual poet, like pac or marvin gaye,
tho I'ma dream-a, ant you ever seen-a, mean-a, mic lean-a?
dope-enough, to conger, a-demean-a, like caitriona…
crazed! (yep)… (nope) not phased, just witty…
when I put together, note’s on a page, dil-igently,
I walk around mad, slack pant’s, pen and pad,
head-phone's blaring, base snare, snaring... declaring, loud and proud,
I… Am… Me… while other's mock, I notch the volume key on my mp3,
{Hook}
…It’s hard to imagine, poet’s without passion
an hard to conceive, money without greed, and it’s funny
cause most would agree to disagree
life without both, would be somewhat bleak...