Call it a work in progress? I don't know, it's something I hammered out to an interesting beat I heard the other day. It's kinda rough/rugged in my head.

What if I'm not strong enough to be the man I need to be,
I cannot stand up to myself cuz all my fantasy's defeating me,
And damn ya see it's happening--- it takes a toll upon sanity,
In my mind, ya see, I'm strong enough self-doubt attacks me randomly,
So now I catch myself contemplatin stupid little things,
Oh **** it silly me, I can't stop debating mentally,
And the thoughts are stayin' menacing,
The cost is my ability to get my mind to stop with grillin me,
What if I had a dream, what if I had to try,
What if I did my best and it just shattered over night,
What if I am ****in up until it's all beyond repairin,
Family walks away all completely done with carin,
It's dumb to terror-Ize myself with all these what if scary,
Thoughts that may or may not ever come to bearing,
But what if all my friends were sick or long been gone
What if I'm not good enough Cuz I was trippin all along,
my chance's missed and lost'n gone,
What if I'm not even s'posed to be spittin on this song...



And another just for fun =P


Tribulation gives me strength, In the face of big mistakes,
man I cant just live with hate, so I get the rage to dissipate,
Turn it 'round to tracks and bars, I've heard the sound of passion calls,
Poetry to flow this piece and learn the balance act it's hard,
To play this game with broken pieces,
You may just say I'm over eager
But with paint and tape I hope to beat it,
And change the face of flowing even,
To where words are spoken chalked with meaning,
A verse is fully not deceiving,
Where a person's soul ain't lost in screamin,
Spurned and cold beyond believing,
I'm tired of all these stated claims,
I'd like us all to face the change,
If you practice in redundancy, you find it all remains the same,
So now I grease the mic and burn with Bics,
And leave behind a verse that's crisp,
Redefine what you heard that's sick,
Then read between the lines and learn a bit,
---I pimp the words with verbs in verse,
And kiss the world with urgent thirst,
Get inturred and burn the hearse,
And then in turn enter the church,
So face the facts I'm steps beyond ya---
The worlds a party and I'm the guest of honor