The migraine fills in with overwelming pain,
As he strains to keep up everything and stay sane.
But the tears fill in his eyes, but yet he tries,
Till he cries and just stands and spits lies.
For he's been eaten up, then beaten down,
Messed up, mentally screwed around.
The worst case you'd to be found.
To scared to rap, covers his face,
Cant look out, got caught in this hypnotic mace.
On the outside the look is stone,
As if his eyes say, your mine to own.
But on the inside, he just wanted to hide.
Cause the though keeps racin, you have no pride.
Everything is spinning around him and twirling,
Never winning, on the ground just swirling.
Went through war just to get a little bit more.
But gets sore on the mike. Whats he good for?
His rap goes on and one, just one long chord.
Nothing but a wanna be. Anotha dope Emcee.
But sure some may see, a great guy, but thee
Same guy has this same name. He is me.
Messed up, cant find any assistance.
Pest of who they find. No ressistance.
The spotlight turns to him and he sweats,
His shirt starts to stick, it turns wet.
The crowd is waiting for him this time tonight.
Only problem is, he has stagefright.
Keeps his cool and whispers out the words,
All to small. Nobody yet has had him heard.
He says that all that is needed is a lead.
Just one to kick off. Bleeded all the way to the knee.
It's not that the rhymes arent comin,
It's the fact the times are changin from in.
Take away the fear and give hi ma CD player,
By his self he is the slayer. The rap mayor.
But behind the mike he sittin there and chokin
The kind he didnt like. S***in and soakin
In buckets of his own sweat. If he would say
F it I got this net. This is the mark of a new day.
Listens to eminem and says that I'm the best,
When truly it was a lie. Dont try. Your the rest.
Not phased, just wants to rhymes till he's crazed.
Till he busts out and just must have fans amazed.
But in his own mind he's not just anotha man.
Tryin to play off the cowardness, as if his plan.
All though he knows and attends all his shows.
Still tries but slows. And this is how it goes.
Messed up, cant find any assistance.
Pest of who they find. No ressistance.
The spotlight turns to him and he sweats,
His shirt starts to stick, it turns wet.
The crowd is waiting for him this time tonight.
Only problem is, he has stagefright.
A few hundred songs writtin, hidden for to long.
"Dude you need to be spittin them They are strong!"
Hoody on, pants saggin, the backs are draggin,
Wantin a tattoo on his back, one of a blue dragon.
Thinkin of the times he was boo'd off the stage,
All of those times he was sent into rage.
Done with it, no more of that s***.
Fun times are over. War this is dont forget it.
The battle needs to be decided and be declared
Before he explodes and the raps are ultra flared.
Gaven two chances at the house to speak,
Saven yo coo' is the dances way to sneak
Someone must pray for him to have a shot,
Because the feelings are growing and not
For the better. Insides are the shreders spot.
Keeping held back, doesnt know for certain
That he woudl give his best to try again.
So before this ends out, let me say,
That this was the case today.
I saw my fans and what i had to see,
Was that stagefright has just then hit me.
Messed up, cant find any assistance.
Pest of who they find. No ressistance.
The spotlight turns to him and he sweats,
His shirt starts to stick, it turns wet.
The crowd is waiting for him this time tonight.
Only problem is, he has stagefright.
