The Formula.

[RealSickLindley]

Too many tortured artists, not enough pouring hearts,
Too many educated poets, depending on their smarts,
Too many dictionary mouths, flashing a 'big word',
Too many mad flow masters, not really being heard,
Too many chatting fantasy, cos reality isn't proud,
Too many are too blind, cos the deaf are too loud,
Too many are plain doubters, judgement takes a sec,
Too many couldn't get far, just slung with regret,

Am i not respected yet? lets not forget those bitching my attempt,
I check those content, and wreck the rest pitching up tent,
Cos they think their place is safe, so secure probably,
Well fuck your safe, this place is now a bank robbery,
No one stopping me, i crop and drop the rot on top of me,
I'm hot, but can do lyrical shit, lyrics that bit this shit til the slobs are copping me!

Fuck a structure for this, cos people are saying i do and say the same shit..
Well..
You aint exposed me, or tormented me to stress..
You've just got an idea, noticed the formula of success..