Just some rap i came up with im trying to find a place to record

Everyone got a blissful mind

But everytime i try and earn i dime 

i try to be good and kind 

but im depressed and anxious 

I dont care anymore

Always drew to scared to fucking rap

so all i did was nap on my true potential

Damn 

Fuck it imma say it a mental ward needs me 

i need one to feed me

Writing all over my arm cause im to scared to cut myself

People always talk about hate

they breed it and like an animal they mate

they fuck good things like it was a date

Or like eminems ex Kim

The rap god once spread hate now he tries to end it

Half the fucking world trying to bend the truth like atleast its true to you

If i make it will my raps ever be the same 

Fuck we gotta say it just love

spread its wings like its a dove

but what the fuck do i know im just some white kid with no sense of purpose

besides all i do is go on my laptop like this

All i wanna do is get my mom a mansion and my dad one too but my suicide 

is what i think get people through

Republicans hate some democrats hate others can we just love each other shit

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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