My verse[2nd verse]: I'm mad at the fact that I won't actually make it So I look at my reflection smash it and break it Now I sit here and wonder if this path that im taking Will lead me to God or just have me forsaken Send me to hell to be chatting with Satan I'm tired of waiting I'm lacking the patients society hates me and has me keep slavin' For all of this work I still don't have any payments Now I feel stuck and lacking the confidence Feeling depressed and then I ask what the problem is Then I look it over and stand back in astonishment yall have no skill but have cash and  accomplishments Now I'm sitting here hating, I'm mad and I'm poverish While you rappers are all wack yet you dropping hits Getting recognized, and every track gonna top the list And your pockets fat and mine stashed with just pocket lint Now I'm gonna keep spitting until the day I D-I-E And every fiend I see Wanna just smash hoes in the VIP All of you toxic so don't be by me And don't give me an arbitrary label in rap Trust me when I say I'm way more crazy than that Im always angry trying to display all my rage on this pad can't even write a verse without my pencil breaking in half