I don’t rap for entertainment, for the fame or the payments
The art is my calling, just like drawing chalk on the pavement
It’s enslavement to never get to be recognized for one’s work
With my luck I’ll be dead before my rise ever reaches its birth
It ain’t worth trying to persuade you to wade ...

I don't really know about the topic choice, but for what it was it was pretty hard. (no pun intended) I liked the hook, and your verses flowed well with the beat. Your lyrics were descriptive at times, some of it funny, but i felt like it was missing something to take it to another level. This is ...

I’m the stereotype White when I’m on the mic
Cause I run the “pen”, and then read you the “writes”
Deadly pasty, just like the chalk used to trace me
Fuck fitness, just this sickness keeps me shapely.

The irony is I’ll die from the dirt on me,
six feet deep, no white sheet will cover me.

I sleep ...