I look out the window, scribbling lines with my pencil Trying to get some fuckin ideas from the outside world Stuck at home with no where else to go I dun know, spitting out what I have to say in this rap solo It’s just like I’m in this obstacle race where I’m the only contestant Starting to get scared with this connection, leading to depression Starting to feel difficulty in breathing, feeling the tension Like my body hung up into the sky in suspension Starting to lack oxygen, some one kill that guy in Washington Creating all those fuckin chaos around the world Killing innocent people, and he still wants another sequel George Bush, one of many bitches that agree killing is legal Bombing Iraq like we do in Battlefield, I don’t feel Safe any more, one day I would get killed by American launch missiles This bullshit is just a fiasco, and I’m sure each and everyone of you think so Or else I wouldn’t be hearing all of these echoes My thoughts are generic, just remember the name is MC MiKaL
lotta new cats up in here today welcome to the realm i like what u came with..this is a nice lil piece...kinda seems more like a rhyme than poetry but its still good...keep doing ya thang