My life has been weak and un easy Many bumps to make me uncleanly I had numerous side paths that lead me down my rickety past Making me feel so sick that nothing clicks, leaving me wishing that I had cleaned up my wasted trash Now I am stuck and out of luck that I've been jibed and ducked Trying to avoid me like a punch thrown star struck by Holyfield I pick up my mind and shield my thoughts, but contradict my pencil lead Trying to block the visions of decay within my head I throw back like Lennox Lewis left hook did Blink once and I may end up dead Without my mind in overdrive I may not live B)
Some bits like: Felt like a bad attempt at rhyming, yet you didn't rhyme through the whole thing. So yer, that was a bit weird. overall it was ok, not spectacular but a good atempt, keep it up.