I'm just a child with life piled in front of me death is on the hunt for me my last breath wants to come for me some want to go fast for me I can't tell a decent story with a beat because I have no experience forgive my weariness I have some inexperience I've mastered rap god and still can't rap it must be my handicap it sucks living this way my life does not pay I can't repay anyone for what they have done to get me here let me go on my own I am unknown but should be known I stood alone and still am grown my studio is a phone I own the underrated rap game because I am debated someone tell if I'm being mocked or imitated they say that time is dated your days are numbered I've always wondered how hard it was to write a story and rhyme it or have the right beat to time it I'm not very good with punchlines i could tell a joke or two but that's not enough for me to do these times are rough this isn't about love this is about hate and doubt it's a little to late to wipe the slate clean I'm not feeling so great these rappers are kneeling down to me and I'm not even famous goodness gracious I have to go slow keep up with this flow because I'm having trouble breathing