Gotta Vent

Remember I was sitting in class

Dreaming of spitting the raps, was brittle and lacked the courage

Just to flash my skittles, alas was nervous

When they asked, I did diddle and dashed, my burden's

How timid I'd act, would fidget and crack, concern was

Fitting in packs, was living in mad inertias

No riffing I had the gift of the gab for certain

Flippant I had to fix and adapt, determined

To not remain anonymous, had to gain the confidence

Ascertain my dominance, trap the game and conquer it

Gas the flame, prolonging it

When done, will become an established name, I promise this