Im fucked up. this guys want me to toss this up my rap's bad and its a crap its a fallacies and causes injury for a dump as I go on with a new space gap between the reality and these dreams I made, a dream where I could scheme to leave the reality and an insane pour of rain as I get caught making a rap, teachers? want me to leave my own step, a step that could lift me to the stage I dream on. but how the heck this metamorphosis happen, as I standing on my way, in my mind I pray, but what they see is I slay and lay dead bodies around the floor, down the corridor, into the corner, my parents told me to stop doing rap, but its my dream that I could ever had, what in the eyes this bad for you? stopping me for the grade I never had? I have heart too, and I feel emotions just like you, im not a book, I can't handle like that of intelligence, as BITCHES doing something that gets tolerated, cigarette? don't blame me for that, I don't cheat and literally I don't give a shit, for all people I hurt as I speak another shit, sorry is not the answer, im not like you who love GAY Korean boys, one thing I can say don't be like me