I try to drop songs way too frequently. Trying to rush this won’t help me reach my peak. Quality, not quantity’s the philosophy I need if I wanna exceed ceilings and achieve my dreams. No more half baked raps, from now on, they’ll be pristine. Now flowing, knowing that this won’t be an easy feat. I’ll keep schemes in secrecy until I feel ready to speak. I’ll take my time to devise, don’t need to release immediately. Previously, when on a streak, I’d release three a week. Can’t do that consistently. Eventually, I deplete my steam. leading to decreased esteem. Need to pace the speed I cre- ate my flames, it ain’t a race because I only compete against myself, no one else. This rap battle’s Me V Me. Gonna strike when time’s right, won’t throw punchlines needlessly. Gonna plan and ration ammo, so shots get fired strategically. Gonna prepare ceaselessly then come from nowhere, seemingly. Gonna rhyme less often. Not lost will, drive’s not softened. Just when I’ve been forgotten, I’m gonna come back stronger. I’ve gotta give myself longer if I want top notch rhymes conjured. Don’t wanna rap on and off, wanna drop at a rate that’s constant. Sick of this back and forth my mind has with thoughts. This isn’t a racquet sport. I need to have the balls to follow through with actions, not plan, withdraw, then back-peddle. Rap or don’t? Must answer or I’ll keep going in round circles. Off the cuff, I’m cow manure. However, I can’t just walk away from rap, that’s for sure. If I never rap, I’m sad and bored. Have to have passion poured into something I find admirable. Must make a challenge for myself that’s not insurmountable and keep myself accountable. Got doubts that count my flaws, saying I ain’t compatible, but laughable for the plan I’ve drawn ‘cause the distance of this path I walk seems incalculable, unimaginable, unfathomable, just masses more than I can handle. Still got a long way to go, despite how much I have travelled. Can’t afford to burn out at all. Can’t dash, so I’ll have to crawl. It’s not the number of raps I form that matter, but how powerful they are to those that catch vocals. That’s what makes a rap valuable. Gonna rhyme less often. Not lost will, drive’s not softened. Just when I’ve been forgotten, I’m gonna come back stronger. I’ve gotta give myself longer if I want top notch rhymes conjured. Don’t wanna rap on and off, wanna drop at a rate that’s constant.