Amen

Everyday the same,
he can't think straight or sane.
Waitin for an epiphany, makin that step to rap from poetry.
He's stuck, don't know what the fuck he doin,
to save her, keepin his pen to the paper.
FOr this rap game, what can he write for change.
Write about real life like in the 90s,
or talk about money he don't have, like these dumb kids.
Should he spit fast like Busta or Twista,
or talk slow and call himself a rapper, like Lil Wayne.
It's buggin him badly,
every lil apostrophe.
Unable to extend his vocabulary,
can't end with punctuation, can't be patient.
He just lets his writing flow word by word,
true meaning fluttering like a bird.
With every letter given a different emphasis,
so much meaning, can't empty this,
freestyle cuz his life's so vile.
Sending a letter to the mainstream.
cuz he's the mailman of mayhem,
got them begging to God, chantin Amen.