untitled. tryna step up my text.

[Loon E Lou]

if lifes a game, and im so good, then tell me why i struggle.
i try to get my point across, but all they hear's my mumble.
is it possible to be so cocky, still remainin humble?
the questions still remain, as the world starts to crumble.
i try not to stumble, but these haters keep trippin.
its like they after me, so i kill em wit what ive written.
thats all it takes.
just a taste for them to get the flavor.
they say i got no text, so watch me hit em off the paper.
show em what i got even if they dont think its proper.
im tryna elevate, so i put my name on a roster.
rasta smokin.
hopin that the voices come softer.
i built it but they didnt come,
so fuck kevin costner.
i must control the monster
thats been tryna free itself.
somehow it only seems to show
when i have doubt within myself.
i dont need nobodys help
cus i be fine the way im livin
and the only thing i needs
a lil feedback on this written.



haha. lemme know if yall like it. im tryna step it up.

[Loon E Lou]

ay homie thats greatly appreciated. im tryna make them bars longer but i keep thinkin of bars for an instrumental. text seems alot more diff