Not a Hero

I'm not a hero for saving this game, and turning it around I'm in entrepreneur for creating this game, from underground I put these words together and spit 'em, so while you listen to my flow, realize that none of this is for money, I do it as food for the soul. Understand that these words are nothing, but a few syllables, that are never gonna be read out over a microphone. Unless I, actually make it, so this is make it or break it, shatter it and glue it then do the same as I continue my day shift. Of letting people step over me, and I'm slowly exploding, 'cause these people never sit down they wanna see me create a scene. They wanna see me let go of this grudge, and finally blow up, but why would I give these people anything that they want? They're never gonna repay me, I need somebody to save me, I need a friend that isn't gonna turn around and betray me. So I keep writing, and letting my emotions run out through this pen, cause I'll do anything to keep myself away from giving in.