Self-Conscious

 

The rhythm of literature emits from my wrist

As I let the instrumental beat flow

And I see my own will within

It's like I took a depressant cause my brain feels low

And I know hence this my confidence is a no-show

But what's a nerdy white kid to do when people think he's a weirdo?

Hero

I'm like a so-so, ain't got too much glam for 'em showgirls

But y'all don't even know though, you see me for a second and then assume I'm a frikin' bozo

That's low

Suck you, I'm like a loco, home-bro

Ain't facts, so?

I don't sip clicquot

I ain't as classy as Wiz

But peeps say I'm a wiz

But then again maybe I'm just a pretentious chizz

Icarly, get your slang straight, snitch, I'mma do some family bizz

 

You see I admire people who think before they act

Immaturity for my ass is like the magnet's poles lack

People tell me to shut my mouth up because I ain't black

and somehow come to a syllogistic claim that I can't rap

But I don't care about skin color, I love the whole world

I believe in peace and Martin Luther King's murals which he paints

with the words "quality", "content", and differentiating whorls

I still can make my own deductions like A+B=C

So here's one for you: I am good. People are bad. I am a person.

Therefore, I'm a fucking neutralized gad

Ain't it rad?

Looking in the fucking classified newspaper ads

I don't even know where I'm headed, ain't it sad?

Suburban kid on RapPad at 2:30 in the morning

Bring the sunlight back

 

Now I know what to do despite not having no clue

It's like I'm feelin' a little Blue

Maybe next time I'll get the cue

And the nights are like hell when you like a girl and never tell

And maybe the odds are in my favor, but now I just spit "Oh well"

'Cause you say I'm a damn passive, I'm like, fuck it, I excel

But then again your only salutations are just simple farewells

And I'm saved by the bell but soon the bell will stop ringing

And I'll either have the choice to tell her or just drop dead arriving

DOA, call the DEA, I sure don't travel that way, maybe I am gay

But, then again, I could say, I would say with ill-fate

I like a girl and if she ever liked me I would love her 'till the end of days

I go all the way, no stopping mid-way for relays and pre-pays

I ain't fake, but I see stakes, there's one in my chest now, Cupid's silly face

Is this a race? Since haste makes waste, but I admire her more than I admire my own pace

She smells great, I fell late, I like her perspired embrace, her blushed face

I'm lovesick and it's great

You don't even know me, but still you say I got dat bipolar traces

Snitch, I got them vibes since Kendrick was spittin' mad firestorms

And I still jot those notes down for my study purposes, mate

Learn from the best and you'll end up without any hate

Then again, what's the principle of rap? Oh wait.

Fuck, I'm rat-bait.