Just wrote this, tell me what you think and be honest. Thanks!
He walks the neighborhood alone every day
Hes thinkin to himself, what more can I say
Hes a genius and everday I sit near my bed and pray
That he has a future, but right now its lookin pretty gray
Invites to the game, he declines, he dont wanna play
Beat up at school from the first day in August til the very end of May
Its crazy how all his talent is rottin, and goin to waste
Garbage men are here, please carry em away with haste
But he sticks to the books and homework just like paste
Past all the judgement and hate towards him that is based
Simply on the books that he reads or his interesting taste
Writes rhymes in a journal, but they just end up erased
But after all the fights, jams, quarrels and scuffels
He is crowned the victor, not because of his muscles
But because he has intelligence way beyond the stars
Its out of this galaxy, and lightyears ahead of ours
But every day he walks around all jaded
My biggest fear is that his legacy will be faded,
And this is why I hated
Everyone who made it
For now he just sits waiting, degraded, almost outdated