Ghetto Guitar

[Verse 1]
Self incarceration, writing these bars
Doubt how much fight in my heart is left
No longer see the life from the spark
My pen relined in the dark
No longer reclined any thought
I grab it, it's dying to be forced
A diamond of sorts, see it as my last resort
Maybe one day, we'll travel and stay at resorts
See, I roll with a chosen few
Because only so many people can have your back when these moments brew
Shattered dreams left a broken view
Careful riding nextto the cycle of life because the spokes protrude
Spitting food for thought they won't consume
What's one supposed to do?
If it cured (?), but the folks immune
Dope rappers a dime a dozen, they not abundant
It's hard to stick out so instead you might eye a puppet
It be the reason why you find a bucket throwing guts
I'm spitting realness in my saliva, soak it up

[Hook]
Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar
It's still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved
I'm up stressing the cause
My dreams are dependent on songs
An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls

[Verse 2]
I'm disgruntled, just mumble under my breath
Tunnel vision a ton of spitting belittle a son of a bitch
Coming to grips, under equipped, can't stomach the shit
Done with the vents, contradictory, jumping the fence
I wanna put my fam in a house, dance with a spouse
The look on my baby girl as she glances about
Y'all looking sour like you took a jab in the mouth
Swipe you of your lead role, I be the protagonist now
I got a buzz that's little to none, you figure I'm done?
I'm far to stubborn to drop the pen and just run
I'll fight the losing battle as long as the few of you look bedazzled
And took the time out in order to push the album
I'm many things to a lot of people
(BBZ) Darney and I, we had to drop the sequel
Rebuttal of common evil, commandeer
Sentences, I should've put a comma here
The ambition to (?) oxygen, I'm outta here

[Hook]
Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar
It's still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved
I'm up stressing the cause
My dreams are dependent on songs
An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls