Far From My Dreams, It's My Passion.

time to rise no more playin, its childish
so ima CUT daht like a stylist
no more games, throw away the controllers
grab the folder
flip some pages, nd let my mind take over like its replacing
anticipating waiting to be famous, my conditions outrages
spittin is the technique, a weapon, do you need a demonstration?
no hesitation, its a fetish, get devasted
nd my goal is low, but im aimin towards elevated
flos is a movement, i go foward tills deres no more cement or pavement
only one dere truest, the best, yea i said it
perminant fluids, so u wont forget wat i stated
determined to do this, nd neglect all rappers thats hatin
straight up while ya'll basturds be at the basements
i be tellin ya drama class was out, so pass the act you out-played it
so please jus do me a favor for a second
and listen cus you need it just like essentials
my dreams is to git known, so i pikk up writing utencils
influential flows, rhymes successful
spit from duh lips not from kneck or throat
hearts the instrumental, brain is the key to the pen strokes
ima ride, write until i die, literally till i see an ended road
kill me if your affended by what i wrote
my minds kinda demented, not intended to disrespect ya'll folks.