Am hungry not munchin I mean longin for somethin/
Monday to Sunday there ain't one day I ain't chongin or sufferin/
Some days I feel nothin then others i've got so much for jottin/
The first are my numb days when i've got a mundane plague or somethin/
Some of the latter can be in rage or happiness smotherin/
My rappins gettin to the stage of establishin somethin/
Apparently it pays to be scarred a cut within thats gushin/
A narrow cut inside the heart that even surgeons would be stumped with/
You might just well be workin in the dark you dumb shits...
Just like the word-smiths with no heart who can't come up with scripts/
Except your purpose ain't this art be in the circus or somethin/
Whats worse is ya still takin part when ya nervous plus bluffin/
See fakes get torn apart an roasted kinda baked like a muffin/
At least my mind is wide open you'll find it's full of pride an lovin/
Am self aligned an refined with such focus I govern/
The right side of the line an I just won't step over for nothin!
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