I overthink myself into a trauma

Causing me to stay wide awake

All these poems are the lessons I try to take

From all those thoughts spirals that I can't seem to escape

Hell, I steal other rapper's flows

To express my own thoughts, I can explain

Its hard enough to write when half the time I feel I'm going insane

I don't go for the uniqueness if it relieves my pain

Besides its different enough to not be called out, not stain my name

Is it my fault the beat won't go out of my mind

Until I write something that isn't and yet is the same

Perhaps many others use this trick, if so then rap is a dirty game

The lines blur between inspiration and copying and I don't know whether I should blame

Myself, or acknowledge that it's okay

So what if some of the rhythm is same it'll still slay

How long will I wait around for original inspiration's ray

When the thoughts crowding in my head, that's no place for them to stay

So here I am trying to survive another day

On life's crooked road, I wish there was a straighter way

Whatever, it'll all end and everything'll be good again one day.