10 Minutes of Fury

Sitting on the bus and I'm in a hurry So I'm going to quickly write 10 minutes of fury The bipolar mad man with a weapon in hand A pen full of ink, so you can't beat the man Never had writers block, I trapped my mind inside the pen I'm just trying to provide a good body of work, my pain provides the skin Even if I fall I know I'll rise again I'm too prideful to quit Was suicidal but lived Grabbed depression by the throat and choked it out Began to understand my pain and spoke it out Came up with rhymes and wrote it out Prove everyone wrong that chose to doubt Never been the type to beg for help Can do it alone, I don't need another Been forced to bleed and suffer I take responsibility for everything I said myself I'm a genius who's said a few dumb things Learning from mistakes is how a man becomes king The throne was mine for the taking My rhymes cause an earthquake, so right now there minds will be shaking It's about the rhyme and the placement The timing and story being told Improving as a poet, finding glory and control Writing to a good level and being consistent I just hope my words are good enough to get the world to listen I speak from my heart so my poems are genuine But I'll never write as good as my idol Eminem I've got a lot more to write so there's no need to worry This was just a quick 10 minutes of fury