[Verse 1]
Does the mic work?

As I sit here, pen in my hand
Glint in my eye, taking a stand
Trying to write with all of my might
Mentioning things I notice in the night
Venting and singing though this ain't too bright
My wheel just keeps spinning
I'm farther from winning
I'm pinning myself to the wall to stop sinning
And everyone I ever knew just fades out
They listen to what I been thinking about
And I just keep telling myself that its cool
Every backhand compliment is my fuel

Everything is purple x6

[Verse 2]
Emotions are tools, im building a pool
And filling it up with these lyrical jewels
And all that im saying comes from massive pain
Everything that I touch I destroy, acid rain
And let me be straight ive about had enough
Of all of these rappers who say they so tough
They had it so rough and all of that stuff
Whenever I hear radios I just lose it
Shut up millionaires, why you still makin music?
How are you makin so much off of rapping?
Its not a profession but sorry for snapping
Let me straighten out my head and get back on point

Everything is purple x6

[Verse 3]
Let me straighten out my head and get back on point
You raising a child and you sparkin a joint?
You think this is healthy for your 2 year old baby
She'll hear her dad rap and feel less like a lady
She'll always be your little girl and you know it
But when you're with her dont be too scared to show it
You're a man, but it seems the looking glass is stained
Leaving everything ruined in the wake of Acid Rain
Then I took a hit and said

Everything is purple x6

PURPLE