My Chance

[beaniebeanz]

Verse 1:
with my mic in my hand/
i take my stance, on the stage/
this is my chance/
to unleash the strength of my poetry/
my poetry is my only true relative/
these people been hatin, i wept/
to get my soul bak, from satan, i kept/
on patiently waiting, lyricising/
cuz new problems are arising/
everyday, its devastating/
the feeling that i get when i think about my life goin astray/
can i, can i pray?/
or will the lord, jus ignore the things i say/
and make my prayer causually fade away/
the fear is intoxicating me, rapidly/
i cant even breath properly/
cuz i overdosed on the nicotine, weed heavily/
sedated on the morphine/
too much green, makin me non stop coughing/

[Late122]

Re: My Chance

Dope and deep bro.