Yet another freestyle

Hat on backwards, just thinkin up another rap,
So he pulls out his pen and paper, and writes to the snap.
Longer and tougher, these lines seem to be getting,
To where I must think and write, before I get the process of forgetting.
Sitting on the stairs, of some neighborhood store,
I wonder if I could make, just that little bit more.
That little bit more, placed on emphasis,
But it's nearly impossible, for my mind roars like elaphants.
While its relevant, the elevator on my vocalulary soars,
I can hear the roars of my mind, while my peace goes and ignores.
Just a quick write, I didnt have much time,
I hope to be back soon, with another rhyme