[Verse 1]. Some days I just wanna up and call it quits. I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks. Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits. My life's likes one great big ball of sh*t. If I could just put it all in the all I spit. Instead of always trying to swallow it. Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t. While I sit writers block sick of all this sh*t. Cant call it sh*t all I know is im about to hit the wall. If I have to see another one of mom’s alcoholic fits. This is it last straw that’s all that’s it. I aint dealing with another f*ckin politic. Im like a skillet bubbling until it filters up. im about to kill it I can feel it building up. blow this building up I’ve concealed enough. my cup runneth over I dun filled it up. the pen explodes and busts ink spills my guts. you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts. well imma show you what you gonna feel my rush. you don’t feel it then it must be too real to touch. p im about to tear sh*t up. goosebumps yeah imma make your hairs sit up. yeah sit up imma tell you who I be. imma make you hate me cos you aint me. you wait it aint too late to finally see. what you closed-minded f*cks what you blind to see. whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee. out this world aint no one out there mind as me. u need peace of mind? Here’s a piece of mine. all I need’s a line. but sometimes I don’t always find the words to rhyme. to express how Im really feeling at that time yea. sometimes sometimes sometimes. just sometimes it’s always me. how dark can these hallways be?. The clock strikes midnight one two then half past three. This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece Of paper. [Verse 2]. im desperate at my desk. If I could just get the rest of this sh*t off my chest again. Stuck in a slum can't think of nothing. F*ck im stuck but wait here comes something. Nope not good enough scribble it out new pad. drink a lid up and throw the sh*t out. im fizzling out thought I figured it out. ball’s in my court but im scared to dribble it out. im afraid but why am I afraid why am I a slave to this trade?. Sign that I spit to the grave real enough to rowl you up. Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want. Ima switch hit a b*tch jimmy smith aint a quitter. ima sit it here till i get enough of me to finally hit. a f*cking boiling point put some oil on your joints. flip the coin b*tch come get destroyed. an emcees worst dream i make em jinx. they hate me see me and shake like a changling fence. by the looks of em you would swear that jaws was comin. by the screams of him you would swear im sawwin someone. by the way they running you would swear the law was comin. Its now or never and tonight its all or nothing. mama jimmy keeps leaving on us he said hed be back. he pinky promised i dont think hes honest. ill be back baby i just gotta beat this clock. f*ck this clock ima make them eat this watch. dont believe me watch ima win this race. and ima come back and rub my sh*t in your face b*tch. i found my nitch you gunna hear my voice. till ur sick of it you aint gunna have a choice. if I gotta scream till I have half a lung. If I have half a chance ill grab it Rabbit Run....