The Undertoe

Out living my life so now I'm barely in the booth But I'm always on my grind, yet I rarely ever move I'll never be satisfied that's the scary bitter truth That's the difference between awake or fucking arrogant like you Young American and stupid. That was me a couple years back Clouded was the vision didn't have a sight to clear path You hear that? That's the tone of clarity You basic rapping motherfuckers can't and won't compare to me Rap is open therapy, I try to find my center Steady working to get better while you idolize them figures Now I'm fighting for our lives cuz that's how I define a winner I am not a super hero Mr. 99 percenter My wallets fucking empty but that don't define my worth It's truly all about my actions and its all about my words I hope before I perish I leave positivity for earth And that's the reason that I do this, know it starts within me first Gotta be the change I wanna see Gotta leave behind a part of me Gotta break the chains that harbor me Gotta free myself with honesty Gotta wear my heart out on my sleeve Gotta walk the path that's hard to see Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta pardon me I am just a robot with a genuine cause Synthetic veins and organs still I'm pumping out this hip hop Hella handy with the timing like a motherfucking wristwatch Never trying to flex up, or impress you- these are just thoughts So what you want? Someone to vomit rhyming wordy music? Or someone to spit that real that got a purpose to it?