Remember My Name-
This is really about three things. At first, it's about my situation I was in about a year ago, with little/no money on me, and working a shit job, and being forced back into the drug dealing shit. Next, it's about being a white rapper and almost wanting to escape this aspect of music, but not being able to, I believe. And, finally, the last verse is about my schooling in high school and what not. Enjoy :)
P.S. Rhyming isn't about comparing to other works--it's about getting the message. Don't compare my rhymes with other works, or even my own--just try to get the message.

I've been told that'd I'd never amount to nothing/
Dropped out, so I guess their words meant something/
But I'm not phased, in fact I feal rational/
I feel alive, if it was a word I'd feel passional/
I'm doing nothing with my life, yes, that's a shame/
I'm trying to find a scapegoat, but there's no one to blame/
I sucked it up, I got a job/
I cleaned my house, stopped being a slob/
Still I'm taxed on an hourly, almost secondly basis/
Havn't got the money, and really don't want to face this/
Need my first pay check, then I gotta pace this/
I guess dope will get me cash, now I gotta lace this/
STOP! That's my mistake right there/
Selling that shit lead me to the devil's lair/
Havn't escaped it yet, or at least not the thoughts/
Forever it'll flow then collect like blood cots.

Chorus:
So hard to escape this game,
But really, there's no one to blame,
I'm not writing about it for fame,
I just want someone to remember my name

Yo, being a Prophet isn't all it's made out to be/
Still get the hardships, still nothing is free/
Except when you're little, the other fuckers tease ya/
Nothing in life will ever seem to please ya/
Money is like your goals, always out of reach/
Your mind then washes away, just like the beach/
So I guess I hope the draft will pull me away/
I don't care when, be it tomorrow, later, or today/
Rocha, my idol, is influencing me though/
For now a days I don't rap about sex and hoes/
Never even try to think about girls like those/
Cept if I ever walk by one of them bimbos!/
Let's roll the dice then and see what rhymes with calm/
BAM!, the bullet rolls from your forehead to your palm/
The sidewalk is now a portrait of red/
Don't like it? Let me repeat the chorus, hear what I said.

Chorus:
So hard to escape this game,
But really, there's no one to blame,
I'm not writing about it for fame,
I just want someone to remember my name

So, they didn't like my flow, they didn't like my style/
Said if I didn't quit, I'd get sidelined for a while/
They didn't believe that growing up was hard enough/
They didn't believe that their life in comparison was soft as fluff/
So when I punched them, they acted shocked/
When they threatened, they already had the shozzie cocked/
Overall I felt like I was fucked/
Small town bitches packing heat that couldn't be bucked/
See what I've been through? Compton shit? Nah, man, fuck you!/
It's almost worse, for really what was I to do?/
Show them the true meaning of pain?/
Or let them fight me and end up making them insane?/
It's the game I play, and so far I'm in last/
Unlike the other rappers, I'm not having a blast/
I fucked around and now I'm in that cast/
I got the scars that'll never let me forget the past...