Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I´m surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in pits,
My life´s like on great big ball of shit,
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 shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can´t call it, shit,
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 fuckin 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 nuts,
Well I´ma show you what, you gon feel my rush,
You don´t feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Pill the dutch, I´m about to tear shit 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 ain´t, it ain´t too late to finally see,
What you closed minded fucks 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 task, if I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again,
Stuck in this slump, can´t think of nothin,
Fuck I´m stuck, uh, wait, here comes somethin,
Nope, it´s not good enough, scribble it out,
New pad, krinkle it up and throw the shit 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 filp it, I can rip it any style you want,
I´m a switch-hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain´t a quitter,
I´ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin point,
Put some oil in your joints, flipt the coin bitch, come get destroyed,
An Emcee´s worst dream, I make em tense,
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,
Fuck 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 shit in your face, bitch,
I found my nitch, 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 grab it,
Rabbit Run!