Now its all this boredom and desperation

That is driving my mind to separation

From the real world, and I fume in exasperation

Writing is much easier than speaking for me,

And that is no exaggeration.

Guess who's style I'm trying to imitate

It ain't no secret and I won't conceal the fact

I don't know how to say this with tact

But true rap fans would know of it, that is a fact

My ambition drives me to madness like Macbeth

And my laziness won't let me pursue it, that's the sadness

Plus the foresight in me that creates dark pits of hopelessness

Still, everyday I struggle against my demons so I don't fall

For the day when greatness calls, you got to stand real tall

And I know perhaps its just a stupid dream that ain't ever gonna become real

But whenever I write these words, I know I really mean 'em

Even if I also know that barely any others have seen 'em

But hey, hope keeps us alive, motivation to strive

Even if its pointless I'd rather be staying alive

Than be feeling dead inside.