Whenever I spit
I get sick in the stomach
But despite the sickness
When im finished with somethin
I take a pen and a pad
And begin another
Its like me and rap was meant for eachother
Considerin I got ADHD
Its hard for me
To wait patiently for the day
That I turn eighteen
So I can finally meet
My real sisters and brothers
I dont want anything to do
With my grandfather and grandmother
Cuz they didn't wanna take care of me
After the death of my mother
Mainly because
Of the difference in our color
People dont seem to believe me
When I tell em what is eatin me
But if only they could see
The demons that are seeded in me
Breedin beasts that feed
On the thousand degrees
Of heat that my heart releases
Each time it beats
My mind cant seem
To stay focused on one thought
Its like im readin all da slips of paper
That I picked from the pot