First, look at my battles. I haven't logged in since I was 13 years old. Nobody knew I was just bullshittin? I am 18 now. Truth is, I'm not hood, I'm not black, I'm upper middle class from a Caucasian family and I am crying because I am not a "thug" in any sort of way.
Yes, I cry because I am not a rapper. I am not even a poet. I read poetry, I attempt suicide, I fall into depression, love, lust....
Bottom line, I have to find work. As in, I need to join a trade union and make money or else I'm done for, my parents will support me as long as I look for work but right now I feel like I fucked my life up.
THAT BOY 5 years ago who took all those "lets beef" battles and lost 100% of the time, laughing, having fun online.... THAT boy is a young man and he is scared, can I even be called a man? I'm weak physically and mentally.
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I don't even have the strength to make stupid jokes like that anymore. I'm far too weak, depression has me so pale. I used to be so flamboyant and green, A STRONG, RICH green... Now I'm on the edge, just waiting to fall over, if I could just muster up the courage... Until then, I just waste my time...
I might start a rap battle with the above lines, I still got my signature flow.... Where I diss myself and forget to diss anyone else.