parts of my thoughts

[Anonymous]

i hate msn ,all dum people have to add you
u can't understand why people always cheering you when u fellin blue
i mean i like to be happy but sometimes its so hard to keep up a smile
i'm living as a dark shady on the yellow brick road to 8 mile
i'm feelin dehydrated i wanna drink
my audios xrated so much i couldn't think
just trying to step up to my game
still rapping the same
singin so lame
its sounds like i'm bored rapping this
its like a backward retarted getting pissed
i forward my cold thesis every day
post my shit and clip out the obstacles that stand in my way
down in my room like eminem in the lab with Dr.dre
but anyway its feelin like i'm workin 2 hard
but thats whats i want maybe i might get a final reward
i don't know hard life can be until i lost my job
my hand fuses with dis knife so i steal and rob
i do nothing for a living
just writing to keep my flow elevating
testing and formulating my my artwork
freestyling and kicking so much i had knee jerk
broke the furniture and smashed the computer to bits
its fucking torture being a creator of my hits
i guess its a phase maybe its fate
so my subconcious levels raise and wait
till i self destruct and blow ink on paper
i continue to construct my lines to be a rapper
i want my own label so bad i can smell my sweat
i want to be able to multimediamise like da internet