I Wanted to Be a Writer

I wanted to be a writer but I knew it wouldn’t happen
If I shared my poetry with the homies those motherfuckers would start laughin
I have a way with words, a secret skill that I’m starting to reveal slowly
I figured I spill my guts to a bunch of people that don’t know me
So look out world cuz the things I say are sure to stir up some shit
I’m angry and confused and I have nothing to lose so my state of mind is fuck it