The Talk

Dear Rap let's take a walk so you and I can have a little talk
Word is you ain't doing well, well I'll be damned that makes two of us
I made plans for the two of us, fuck a minivan I want a tour bus
Oh you don't want that, you're through with us?
How bout I kill us both, bet that blew us up
I mean blow us up, I'm screwing up like everyday I'm rude as fuck
To the wrong people like I've gone, think I harbor demons, that's true as fuck
Who would joke on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell, well shit, least I'm hoping that
Now these pricks want a dollar, I ain't wrote em back
And these chicks wanna hollar, i ain't wrote em back
But please forgive me, I've been busy, taking romantic walks down railroad tracks
Now I lost my train of thought
Walking aimlessly in this trailer park
And no I ain't in 8 mile
And no I ain't wearing no painted smile
He sounds like NF, but saying "mf" and f-ing lot, was that an f-ing shot
Well I don't f-ing know, but I'm the next to blow so you can kiss my ass bitch X-O
All my ex's know I'm the nicest guy until you cross the line
Then the white in my eyes goes pitch black and I blackout
And that's not rap bitch, that's life
That's last night, that's everyday, I'm a basket case, bout to catch a case
If one more rapper on Facebook, tag my name in shit
You dropped a song, wow congratulations
I don't give a fuck, I don't listen to it
I don't rap to make fucking friends bitch
I don't rap to make fucking ends bitch
I rap my life until it fucking ends bitch
Wow you got issues, yeah no shit
They been saying that since a snot-nose
Taken every test but they do not know
What the fucks wrong, so I jot flows
Then I jot more, like a lot more
Behind lock doors only God knows thoughts I hold
But do not expose, tie a knot in ropes, bye adios
Now I lost my way in life
I say I am but I ain't alright
How I'm supposed to be a role model
When I don't read my own Bible
No way ain't another motherfucker like me
Go away, I don't give a fuck if y'all like me
Don't play, show up to your show like fight me
Bite me, y'all already do it when I'm writing
Ok, I am all done with being silent
Ok, either that or I'ma get violent
Foreplay, fuck that I'ma just dive in
Cause I've been quiet a long fucking time man
And I ain't gonna wait no more, I ain't gotta make no more
Music, got enough piled up I could make a store
And you ain't gonna take no more, cause I ain't gonna take no more
Fuck shit, done with these crumbs on my plate no more
Mr Nice Guy, I've been calm long enough
Don't believe me, feel free to call my bluff
But believe me, you need to call 9-11
So police on the scene cause I don't run
Y'all don't want no fucking part of me
The art I bleed is arguably the heart that needs to start to beat
For y'all to see that hard emcees are not deceased just call on Mesus
Cause I've been sent here to save rap cause the grave has it's grip on it
Shit, I mean it's grip on you, for a minute I forgot who I's talking to....
Cause lately I've had chats with God
About these voices but the haven't stopped
Can't tell if it's helping to rap or not
I guess I'll know when the album drops