I start to cry, why?

I start to cry, why? Women fine, but I feel the vibe, Language barrier, got me tongue-tied, Trying to rap in English, but I’m on this ride. Words twist and turn, like a maze in my mind, Got the rhythm, but the flow’s hard to find, Confidence rising, but I’m still confined, In a game where I’m playing, but I’m blind. Practice makes perfect, I’m grinding for the shine, Every line I write, I’m learning to align, Freestyle fire, let it spark and unwind, Mixing my emotions, like a hostage in crime. I am not mind, this is like blind, leading blind. I am not Fine. But I try to survive. I’m pushing through the struggle, let the beats intertwine, Each bar a step closer, breaking out of the bind, I’ll find my own voice, every word will be mine, In this rap game, I’m ready to redeline.