release thru rhyme

Im not recording cuz it comes right around , spit it as I feel it and there aint no falling down, I aint complaining, cuz it just what I asked, can I have some mothfuckin talent?, yo I got it n im working on it, n I constantly feel it, 48/14 yo I used to be a teen, when u knew me, n i jus seen ya n u wanna catch up, but I prefer mustard, don’t wana tell u wut im up tah, n ive been left feelin, like a lil blurb that u wanna shrink down to a minimal size, stick me in ur pocket n hide me, tease me, taunt me, haunt me, infect me, wit ur evil spirits, u aint talking to me but I hear it, I can enjoy getting fucked with once but it wont happen again, cuz im on a motherfuckin mission n it only involved u for a week, like u made me seem, with ur overbearing struggle for power, n I let u have it, cuz im willing to sacrifice, like jesus on the cross, but he overcame and he rose to the top, yes he overcame n he rose to the top, n im screamin really loud cuz I wana touch the sky n I wana do it right now, cuz my head is up there but I cant physically be there yet, myself I rarely forget, where im at and who i am, im part of one single plan, of the masters; wizards, angels, take it from all angles, especially the right, cuz that’s the side im on, but ive been with the wrong, cuz u must see it all, from all sides, pick urself up n be ready to rise, get yourself up n get ready to rise.