(Really man... whether you admit it or not, you know what I'm about to say is true...)

Staring at a sea of blank pages with philosophies
Ponder-ring about this ele-ment and it’s hypocrisies

Drop to my knees... but not in search of a God Divine
It’s to check under the sofa, cause I think I “dropped a dime”

I’m really feeling lazy, sitting on my behind and
Imprinting my butt-tocks on laces and pillow linen

Try-in’… to reflect on life, open my head
Devising up theories for Cats to open a thread

Which of you only post for yourself without suspense?
Which of you will take in critiques without offense?

-These scribes are personal-

Each one thought out well with deep plans
Each line to speak out endeared for each fan

Riggidy was sent here specifically to reach man
Young enough to learn but old enough to teach man

Finding yourself in one hellova maze without direction
Only to find, that most of the time… you face rejection

Face it… it’s a blatant attempt for one’s appraisals
Keeps you feelin’ like a tortoise and hare. Whose gonna race you?

Hook:
I'm tossing out the S.O.S.
Can you feel me?
I'm tossing out the S.O.S.
This is the real me
I'm tossing out the S.O.S.
Am I that see-through?
I'm tossing out the S.O.S.
Just Tryin' To Reach You

big man, feeling it, not so much the hook, i like it just not the word tossing, but thats the 1 and only criticism
the dime line was nice

have u got another verse? im tempted to get on it if u dnt mind

Nothin' like a collab too set the mood. Hit me up and let's put it together. I'm downloading beats now to put an audio on and can use a break.

im dubious, the muddled up teen who never does seems
to stay on top of life and live troublesome free
im struggling breathing coz these couple of demons
seem to come when im sleeping, interrupt on a weakened
i always slump of an evening whilst i puzzle my reasons
not to jump and leave to see their numbers sre bleeding
they deserve hunting and eating beating jumping and chiefing
with me ducking and weaving while swiftly punching their teeth in
ive got the hunger for re-venge danger to these cunts wen i see them
stepping to me's forbidden ground like uncovering eden
but my struggle is eating away at my stomach and feelings
so i strut with my head low, my chins still touching the ceiling
but im humble not thieving, working to juggle my freedom
coz i cant 'make it rain' like the summers in season
coz theres one comfort im keeping, its the skunk that im dealing
and the blunt thats decreasing coz this slump just aint leaving

hope you dont mind i couldnt resist

all feedback on both verses much appreciated