music to my ears

I wish I could rap,
rhyme, and flow, and compose,
write some poetry,
and I don’t see,
after searching through my soul,
how I can make jewels from this coal,
catch a fish in this sea,
cause in the end
I’m just me

I guess I’m just a jap
a fool for trying to rap
flowing nothing but crap
from the brain, from this tap
The rhythm is plain.
It’s crap.
The lyrics are the same.
It’s flat.

But I don’t care bout quality
And quantity too
I don’t need your pity
I’m not some dumb fool.
I write just for me
I don’t write for you
I am who I am and that’s the truth.