RABBIT RUN

Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks every time I go to get up I just fall in pits my life is like one great big ball of shit if I could just put it all into all I spit instead I always try to swallow it instead of staring at this wall and shit while I shit writer's block sick of all this shit can't call it shit all I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits this is it last call that's all that's it I ain't dealing with another fucking politic I'm like a skillet bubbling until it filters up I'm about to kill it I can feel it building up blow this building up I've concealed enough my cup runneth over I then filled it up the pen explodes and blows ink spills my guts you think all I do is stand there and feel my nuts well I'm a show you what you gonna feel my rush you don't feel it then it must be too real to touch feel the touch I'm about to tear shit up goose bumps ya I'm a make your hair sit up ya sit up I'm a tell you who I be I'm a make you hate me cause you ain't me you wait it ain't too late to finally see what your close-minded thoughts what your blind to see who ever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee I'm this world and no one out they mind is me you 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 I'm really feeling at that time ya 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 ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper I'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again stuck in this slum I can't think of nothing fuck I'm stumped oh wait here comes something nope not good enough scribble it out new pad crinkle it up throw this shit out I'm fizzling now thought I figured it out ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid but why am I afraid why am I a slave to this trade sign that I spit to the grave rule enough to rile you up want me to flip it I can whip it any style you want I'm a switch hitter bitch jimmy smith ain't a quitter I'm a sit here till I get enough of me to finally hit a fucking boiling point put some oil in your joints flip the coin bitch come get destroyed an mc's worst dream I make them since they hate me see me and shake like a chain link fence by the look's of em you would swear that jaws was coming by the screams of em you would swear I'm sawing someone by the way I'm running you would swear the law was coming it's now or never tonight it's all or nothing mama jimmy keeps leaving on us he said he'd be back he pinky promised I don't think he's honest I'll be back baby I just gotta beat this clock fuck this clock I'm a make em eat this watch don't believe me watch I'm a win this race I'm a come back and rub my shit in your face bitch I found my niche you gonna hear my voice till your sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice if I gotta scream till I have half a lung if I have half a chance I'll grab it rabbit run.