Gut Feeling Poem by phillip seymore

I will do what u want me to do cause it is my gift to you cause you're the reason my mic has the flu. But I rap in a world that's blue and I have no clue. These personalities has me split in two. Sometimes I cry for no reason at all. Cause I know one day my fortress will fall. and as I sit in this black room next to the white phone and await your call. I feel that I will get stabbed so my back is against the wall. I still trust but I feel it will be my own shadow will be the one to bust. It is the dark side that causes me to cuse. This world is dangerous and we have no luck some people wake everyday and feel they need to duck. These inner horns are push and cause us to buck. They look at me and say so what but these thoughts are what cause me to rap blood and such because it flows in a matter that I cant hold back the stuff in my gut.