just an angry tennage boy...who's neva heard
words overlooked my opionon alwayz seems to b absurd
no1 to look up to so I look down
to the crackd roads n sidewalks..a product of my town
just waiting for my chance to pitch from lifes...mound
just a lone sheep running from lifes hound
tryna reclaim my crown
but erytime I speak up...just a boy...words wit no sound

most of yall heard of me..but nobody follows me
won't acknowledge me
but im more probable then probably
rich from the streets of poverty
here's the introduction to me properply
words form a poetic monopoly
this is a gs robbery
wondering y fake poets are walkin on my property

just a teenage boy...no hope...future..or dreams left
all that remains is a few untold secrets left
my craft is all I have my gold to the pot
its my gunpower to my shot
my empty room to the vacant lot
the only thing left to water my crops
unheard poetic king...heart just never stops