Nate Strider - Don't Need Luck

I wanna rap
I wanna rap
Workin for the shit that I have
I don't have a dream
I have a plan
My passion was burning
Before I began
Everyone thinks I should go to college
I do not like that if I'm honest
They want me to be like my twin brother Thomas
He never worked a day in his life
I've worked job after job tryna full up my wallet
Pushing the carts while working at Walmart
Nine to five in a factory
Heaping bags of maggots
And I still wasn't bothered
Workin at Subway getting the bread
So many times I wish I was dead
But that's motivation to keep working harder
Yuh
Writing lyrics in my car
I gotta dream you know I'll chase it
Rap in the back of a DSLR
Mix and mastered Sony Vegas
Think my musics gonna go far
Right now it's not too Amazing
But imma still work and I will not
I wanna rap
I wanna fail
Just so I can
Pick up a pen and prevail
Most of my lyrics
About how I feel
I don't like idioms
They're Right on the nail
So many bars I
Should be in jail
With my delivery
Checking the mail
You spit bars
I just exhale
I don't even have a
Record deal

Written by:
Nathan Strimpel

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