Breaking News: This White Girl Wants to Rap

When I was a kid I saw a certain future

It wasn't in some classroom figuring out how to do a suture

Nah, it was up on a stage

My ma wanted a doctor and my dad didn't care about anything except turning a page

With a people pleasing poet who wanted nothing more than to rage

I had a few set backs, giving account for my tender age

It wasn't my fault for thing I could not control

It was my fault through for not getting my own ball to roll

Nothing special as a rapper with a father not around

But I got dreams and hopes, all sorts of things abound

There ain't nothin but sleepless nights and empty words sometimes

Though, I got that spirit and when it comes out in my fuckin rhymes

I can't stop flowing, for I'm often showing my old self up

Gotta keep this up, or not even try an show up

Or else I'm just a good for nothing

Who only ever did amount to nothing

With nothing to prove and nothing to lose, I got only what I say

And I gotta make that count

Cause if it means nothing and I have nothing to recount

To my children

My offspring and a person I adore

If it alls adds up to nothing, then what should I even write for