beat - www.mp3.com/soleternity and www.mp3.com/enigma releasing some emotions/feelings i've had these last couple months...

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all throughout high school I felt like an outsider/
although I was treated nice, I was never an insider/
I was always taking a back seat in the farthest corner/
didn't want to interact with the townies and dormers/
class clown former, layed off my job in favor/
of other people who maybe have a better flavor/
about the only good thing I learned was my Savior/
and maybe to savor my pride in front of His labor/
my neighbors must of thought I was stupid and dull/
the only time I ever spoke in class was when I was called/
I could hear nasty whispers coming from the front of class/
there I sat, dazed and amazed at the words coming fast/
but what if my ears were just playing tricks on me/
would that answer why I thought they don't kick with me/
or sit with me, what, are they too good for me/
but in the end, I always knew I made myself lonely/

i never got any props until i started rapping/ f*** ya'lls...
never got any recognition only slappings/ f*** ya'lls...
i was always the last guy you'd kick with so f*** ya'lls/
if you don't like the words i spit, f*** ya'lls/

if only I could've gone to school with my only homie/
maybe that'll kill the legend that nobody knows me/
I could never amount to anything is what they told me/
a cold shoulder turned my way, please someone hold me/
my pillows still soaking wet from all the tears at night/
the darkness of the moon kept all of my fears from the light/
somebody throw me a water vest before I start to drown/
drinking all these salty tears is taking my hear rate down/
I'm like a slug in an atmosphere and a sad clown/
performing my show for the crowd and watch'em clap loud/
after the same old routine, I always ask how/
I got myself in this job and where's my cash now/
its always on hold like my life at this very point/
a crossroad between insanity or robbing coins/
i'ma go hobo across the state line to Illinois/
hustle for money and pawn all the poor children's toys/

i never got any props until i started rapping/ f*** ya'lls...
never got any recognition only slappings/ f*** ya'lls...
i was always the last guy you'd kick with so f*** ya'lls/
if you don't like the words i spit, f*** ya'lls/

i bought a plane ticket to my window of opportunity/
but the aviation device was jacked and soon I'll be/
crashing back to earth and crush all of your communities/
while I'm sniffing anthrax just to test my immunities/
so what'chu gonna do to me, lock me in a cell/
call the police or underpay me like taco bell/
work me like a slave until the end of my dying days/
but i'ma resilient guy who'll fight until I pass away/
its a good thing I don't live in kali4nia/
cuz I would've whooped the ass of the cops and c.i.a./
who all beat down on that black teen from Inglewood/
they picked him out from the crowd cuz he's from the hood/
the racists people all stood up and cheered them on/
never knowing that someone's video cameras is on/
oops! you've just been caught on candid camera/
smile for a picture cuz nobody's afraid of yah/

i never got any props until i started rapping/ f*** ya'lls...
never got any recognition only slappings/ f*** ya'lls...
i was always the last guy you'd kick with so f*** ya'lls/
if you don't like the words i spit, f*** ya'lls/