This rhyme rings success, for my friendship and I
We emanate and serve tasty rhymes no discriminate
I'm the shy type, but I've got my mind right
Mad skills just exposing a portion, playing the role of an orphan
My friend has the spirit, it's in him the crowd trusts
He sets em up and then gets them crushed
It may look like I play the crutch
But look a little closer to see I'm holding him up
I'm the reason he shines, though they don't pay me much mind
When I speak It sounds to be a door that is rusted
They stand and feint away, it leaves me surprised
Cause to me my words look like something to listen to
They bring meaning to my life and come from that meaning
Is the crowd not well meaning? It's the story of my life
It's the story of type, does my nonacceptance have me paying the price?
I'm too busy thinking, lets get back to the show, drop a bar just to let them know
I'm still alive! more than ever! My friend rises on my downfall, or so it seems.
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