I wanted to write a verse for the Slaughterhouse song Microphone.
If you haven't heard it before:
a microphone and therapy, only things there for me
if you find me mic-less, I'm swearing carelessly
i take my animosity out on the microphone
anger management royalty, i sit down down like a throne
sit in preparation for my hand held conniption fit
there's medication but i need a prescription for it
the mic is over-the-counter, its my weapon of choice
i choose the weapon of voice, its a deception by noise
find you've been verbally assaulted with deadly weapons
my rhymes are readily kept in medley form, don't step in
sight of the cross-hairs, you'll lose your life, others have lost theirs
plethora of ammunition, others will exhaust theirs
therapist, revolver, or microphone, i embrace it
there isn't another who can strike a tone so invasive
meaning it has the power to open me like a book
and knowingly, i won't be the one the mic forsook
i will get links up tomorrow, i'm just heading to sleep.