Some days I just want to 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's like one great big ball of this
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Stead of always tryin to swallow it, instead of starin at this wall and bricks
While I sit writers block sick of all this stuff, can't call it, skitz
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 straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin with another flamin politic
I'm like a skillet, bubblin until it filter's up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up
Blow this building up, I've concealed enough
My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my stuff
Well I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush
You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch
Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear this up
Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed minded bums were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, Out this world
Ain't no one out they mind as 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 feelin at that time
Yea 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 stuff off my chest again
Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin
Damn I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, krinkle it up and throw the thing out
I'm fizzlin out, 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 slave to this trade
Cyanide, I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch-hitter, hit, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a frickin boilin point
Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin boy, come get destroyed
An M.C.'s worst dream, I make em jinxed
They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence
By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was comin
By the screams of em you would swear I'm sawin someone
By the way they're runnin you would swear the law was comin
It's now or never, and tonight it's all or nothin
Mama, Jimmy keeps leavin 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
Screw this clock, I'ma make them eat this watch
Don't believe me, watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my hits in your face, snitch
I found my niche, you gon hear my voice
Till you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream til I have half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll grab it
Rabbit run!