Lyrical Combat #SecurityMoney

I know pain I know it well/ I know hate I've lived in hell/ I've wanted to die I know I'm not well/ I know im not the only one that knows this pain I've felt/ sometimes livin life is a pain in the ass an I'm always the belt/ realizing most the pain I feel is pain I've dealt like a deck a cards I've been playing the dealers part/ its me from the start/ bullseye hit with that eye poping dart/ but how do I fix something that's mixed/ in my head like a glitch /this shit /sticks and its stuck /so now this ugly duck / is Losing his mind/ it's like im blind /trying to find/ something small as a dime/ in an open pasture covered in silver slime/ passin my prime while im running outa time/I see the color lime/ green lights shine here's your sign/ its go time no hesitation leave behind/ the life of crime to make this father shine/ I'm gonna conquer my struggles to make success mine/ I feel like it's fine/ but im lost at the time/ what's lost isnt impossible to find/ with a mind like einstein when I rhyme/ spitting fire poping off lines/ lyrically you can't defeat /cuz I can't be beat/ enemies come at me/ constantly /and trust me /when I say I won't be kind to you unsigned /haters crying /when I beat you as I move through /to the next who/ is trying to die/ at the wrath of my rhymes /crush you/ like peanut eminem's under my shoe /one at a time/ in the aftermath/ they'll wonder where were you at/ and I'll just laugh knowing I metaphorically killed your ass/ and as time passes you'll be nothin more than a past time/ slowly forgotten in everyone's mind/ while I'm still lining words I aligned perfectly so devine/ for the purpose of makin this win all mine/ keep it fresh like pine/ got em wishing they could rewind/ so they can see that shit two times/ because I'm two times the pro /as I double my flow/ I'm going high while others aiming low/ they start to laugh but realize I'm no joke/ got em stumbling on words like they were in mid stroke/ I've got plans and a goal /you go on with your wishes and hopes/ see how far that gets you to go/ at most I'm betting its gets you no flow to go down any path or road/ and if so then I guess beau knows what hes talking about I suppose/ but I ain't the type to tell you I told you so/ even though/ we both know/ that's how this story goes/ and how I go is with my flow and It runs like twin turbos so powerful my words start to glow hittin you in the red nose like blow leaven you confused like I dont know/ in a cloud of white powder I hate people who think im white power/ ignorance is not in my intelligence im way more forward than those who hate on color like cowards kinda like the man who left me a bastard racism was something he mastered along with hate and rage probably why he died at such a young age heart couldn't take pumpin so much hate so it gave way. And he died on a sunny day in a shitty way he had it coming for all the shit he use to say I am the king of fuck up and this is my thrown/ kept warm by my parents since the day I was born/ they both swore they'd never be torn by what storm marriage could form / 9 months after birth dads out the door/ growing up poor cuz both parents at war/ core values gettin sore/ from more anger and rage/as I age it becomes more than before and soon as I hit the age of teenage/ I found myself doing the rampage/ got it from a book I took from my parents page/ cause when your a parent your on the stage/ and the audience is your kids watching your ways/ growing up the way I was trained/ now both parents think I'm strange think something's wrong in my brain/ they want me to change/ so they arrange therapy/for me mom said son your scarin me/ dad never cared for me/ in his eyes I was just dollar signs/ a waste of time he actually said once your no son of mine/ if only I could rewind time/ fuck no wonder I like to get high/ no wonder I've been high since grade nine/Lookin in the mirror hatin what I see/ raised broken in home had no luxury/ too many siblings so no attention was paid to me/ but I grew to like this lack of eye sight on me/ tend to make my come ups criminally/ until I get paid lyrically/ hasn't paid off yet in my history/ so I keep with the grind it's been good to me/ no criminal history but criminal I have been since my early teens/ I just know how to clean up at my scene/ leaving no witness to point to me/ when I rhyme up on a beat/ my wifey says I am so filthy/ loving what I say she builds me up perfectly/ always compliments my bars individually/ I'm so original but ironically/ killin beats with words was not originally/ what I thought was in store for me/ I started poetic like dax you see/ filling notebooks with my poetry/ till my bro started showing me/ how rap was written and it hit me/ like a ton of bricks made of epiphany/ shit came together like a symphony/ but all this time I spent not seriously/ I feel will pay off like therapy/ it takes time and time takes from me/ let's make it profitable to my family/ so my kids can eat/ I'd rather write bars then stand behind them in prison or county/ so I'm investing on impressing/ so someone starts offering/ some contracts from labels tryin to sign me/from my parents one cared too much /the other never giving a fuck /me never feeling good enough/ and never being taught how to literally love myself/ or take care of myself /I had to learn that shit late in life /and it's really kept me up sometimes at night/