Imma Be What I Wanna Be

Imma Be What I Wanna Be

I hate when people doubt me.
Or tell me that something's impossible.
I hate when people tell me that I'll never
Make it past those obstacles.
I remember all those times I wanted to kill myself
And even though some people swear that they're happy that I'm alive,
Sometimes I get blinded by rage
When other people say
It's unrealistic getting paid for my words.
But fuck a 9 to 5.
My soul comes out when it's rhyming time.
I load my words like bullets,
My voice is the TEC-9,
Then I snap and shoot like Columbine.
But this is my passion.
I'm doing this more than just for dollar signs.
But still, I wouldn't complain making it rain
Just by jotting rhymes.
But man, if only I could this for a living.
Instead of wearing a suit and tie
To try to impress some "boss"?
Man, you got to be kidding.
You tripping.
But see, I've noticed my options are limited.
Either A). Work a boring ass
 job B). Go to prison, C. Stay with mama till I'm in my 40's while tryna get paid for the shit that I'm spittin'.
It's flippin bullshit, man.
And then on top of that, sometimes I find myself slipping back into depression
When I get rejected by jobs and check it,
It's like I get hell when I try to address it.
Getting jobs is a bitch. why should I respect it?
I mean, I sit there typing up shit like, "Jobs hiring near me".
Knowing damn well from experience..
That if the application is my voice,
9 times out of 10, them mothafuckers ain't gonna hear me.
Excuse my language, but just trust me.
It's better me cussin from stress in this message,
Then getting a shotgun and leaving a mess mess....
I got a question....
When I was a kid and adults were telling me that I can be whatever I want to be,
was that the truth?
Or were they just being like a lousy battle rapper and using the same recycled shit?
Truth is that I've realized that everybody can't be a Michael Vick.
Everybody can't be a Michael Jackson.
Everybody can't be a Snoop Dogg, Ru Paul,
Or even Michael Blackson.
But deep down inside, I know that's just the doubt talking--
The same doubt that's been passed down to me from a bunch of people who aren't where they want to be.
A paid spoken word artist is what I want to be
And Imma prove to haters that this is what I'm gonna be.