Undessay

These Words Aren't Pretty: My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather But as the rain pours down, lightning resound; I try to write pretty