Purple

[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