Outcast

I'm something like the man who stood alone in the rain I'll gladly take a bullet as long as its not in vain.

As the Blood stains my shirt I ain't gone lie this penetrable pain Hurts.

I'm dieing a social outcast but now reborn to Outclass.

All of the fake rappers me and my lines to Mean but still dapper.

I speak every word clearly straight Down to the syllable so that every time you hear my voice That feelings gotten you.

That feeling that sends you into Ya inner thoughts, a conscious state of mind where all You wanna do is rhyme.

I ain't gone act like I got money Because I don't but I can still turn a nickle into a dime Even if I have to sacrifice a rhyme.

I can turn a dollar into A dream that one day I'll rein supreme then take that dream And naturally turn it into a reality.

See these bombs and Guns of lyrical warfare iv toated have yet to be quoted But one day the whole world gone know that I wrote it Now pass the mic and watch how I smoke it.