I cannot rap to save me

I cannot rap to save my life

But I can at least try this time

No more living under anyone’s thumb,

I have an animal inside

I once thought pride

Was something distrified

Thought that I had all I needed of it

In order to survive

Never thought I’d be strung along

Or kept from succeeding

Or picked clean like Poor Robin

Picked and cleaned for the picking

But here I was all along

In an endless cycle

Which I did not know how

To break free from

It’s ironic how

I find the strength in myself

From people

Less than edified

They’re crazy, yes

But am I not crazy, too

Not to know the difference between

Imprisonment and freedom

Not to know

The definition

Of pride