Untitled; Part 2

Gotta get all these words, get them all written down,
So I can stand up, my voice gon be heard in the crowd.
From the 816 to the 956
I run my shit
You can’t touch this bitch.
Got the colorful hair and my tats out showin,
Granted all the people around me, they been knowin
That this is only the start to great things in the makin
I ain’t gonna talk shit and then start fakin.
Might take me a while to finish all of my work
But I can say that I ain’t out here workin to twerk.
I come from a family who lives by the Bible,
“Well Killa how’d you end up with this title?”
For starters I ain’t even know what rap was
Until I was lookin for something that gave me a buzz
And that was rap. I heard all the rhymes and rhythms,
And words that told stories with real people in em.
I was hooked on a beat and mad hooked on the style
But back in my house country music played, so in the meanwhile,
I threw in my headphones and let the music rage
(Slow it down)
This is the part of the story where we turn the first page.

Look,
First words I heard; “Lose yourself in the music.”
Said, “Alright. Lose yourself, girl, just don't fucking lose it.”
I have the upmost respect for that man on the track
After I heard his voice and the words, there was no turnin back.
He pulled me out of my mind and up out of the stress
Of everyone hating on me while I'm only doing my best
To stay calm cool and collected through all those words that just hurt.
He taught me to turn my back and walk away from the worst.
I started searchin for more I couldn't just stop at this song
Slowly found out he's been writing this music my whole life long
With my headphones up loud I finally found my release
I could finally stop yelling at God like, “Dude PLEASE
Just give me something to work with and get me through
I can't just walk down this road like the way that you do.”
He gave me someone to listen to, lessons to learn
Em came at the time I wanted to watch the world burn.

Now all that's off my mind I’m done bein kind
Explainin all of this like it wasn't a bind and made me fucking blind
To all talent that was stuck inside
All I had to do was leave it behind,
Antidisestablishmentarianism of the social kind.
Still people out there talkin bout the girl they once knew
But that girl’s now the bitch standin here in front of you
Not taking anyone with me,
Unless you've been right there with me
Watchin all of the stars and musicians on TV
Sayin’ “Aye, That's gotta be me.”
I'm gonna be the voice of women amongst all the boys,
While all these female rappers talk about only fuckin them boys.
So y’all gon keep talkin bout yo pussy and parts
While imma take this music and turn it into some real fuckin art.
Bitch whiter than snow, yeah that we all know,
But I bet you’d come see this white bitch when she's rockin a show.
I ain't here to play games and get caught in the mess
I'm only out here aiming to just be the best
My music tells a story, specifically this one's mine
Maybe I’ll finally be loud enough to be linked with Tech N9ne.