Strive To Be The Best Poem by phillip seymore

when i touch this mic stive to be the best. cause i want u to hear my heart beat without your ear benig close to my chest. my soul cries cause i feel im a mess. cause i hear what he says but i feel its a test. and as i slam my head to the desk and cry cause i feel i let u down and im striving for less. so when i rhyme have ur name in a box that i have to check. so no beat tells what i feel but i freestyle to the pulse in my neck. as i look to sky and jump the obsticals i yell whats next. cause i will push my life passed my past and leave this tech. my people are gaterade comercals with red sweat. the sins that i make i regret cause you r the reason why i strive to be the best