clocks stare into the sky sprad their wings get up and fly time is not a factor now all these kids ask where? what? how? this road is so long when will it end i turn so many corners just to find another bend i wasnt a virgin at 10 life ####s us all again and again god laughs while we fall so kill yourself and stop the fun get a knife or shoot your fun you decide its a matter of choice you kids get by through my voice i`ll come get my players to stab all your mayors rules aint a virtue now i'll come and hurt u you might be a banker or a little street sweeper but sooner of later u gonna meet the grim reaper this rap game is full of pimps hoes, money, guns, no wimps if u think u got skills step up to the mic if u think u can rap like vanilla ice son take a hike his game is as good as a dictionary word smoke some dope and flip da bird i dunno what u think u heard i dunno what u think u saw i aint asahmed of what i do "hey im a newspaper, can i follow you?" this rap is dedicated to the children who have the same dream i had most wont get far its really quite sad but most white rap is really bad u see im an acception rappin my vocals down ur reception i use my lyrics, its how i defend look here son this is the end
that's pretty good. although, you need to practice more. I know it's kinda hard but if you keep doing it will become easier.