by Elijah Piccoli

I'm feeling lonely
They're screaming phoney
Yelling I can't do it
I get an opportunity I'm gonna take it
So stop saying I can't make it
I may be poor
With a heart crushed, lying on the floor
Cops at the door
But Imma be strong, you're wrong
If you disagree with my song
And me, I'm forgetting the lyrics
Worried about my appearance
Can I spit, lickety-split
Fresh freestyle to hold them off for awhile
I'm looking like 8 Mile
I wanna be a rap god
Make em all nod
But I'm just a fat slob