You see, this dam-nation got me goin' insane,
Fingertips diggin' deep inside my brain.
Can I find a wayout, without sellin' out for the payout?
Rollout and say a prayer for me playa,
We all stuck in this same game together..
So I let my pen hit tha paper, evaporate my hate like vapor.
Poetry, flowetry, I gotsa set my soul free...
With every stroke of genius, I write it like I mean this:
I don't fake the funk, I spit it straight-out blunt.
No, I ain't a playa but I kick game on the field,
Just sit on the sidelines and watch me keep it real...
I ain't much into the rap style, but i do like the rhyme you spun here...keep it real