These Streets Are Real

You don't want me to see you on the street

And freak like a bird with a broken beak, lets compete

Like a couple of bulls in the heat, you just weak

Without any rhythm to your beat

Here comes the king from a town underground, when I pound on my chest

I start to feel blessed

And when I start to feel blessed

It opens up my mind

And when it opens up my, I start to write rhymes

Not for you, but for me, a real MC

Trapped in the body of a, troubled teen