Listen, folks, here me whine.
From a white-collared plain Asian guy
who'd treat you with easy smile, and
from an AC'd apartment, hear me cry.

Imposter syndrome hits me hard.
All I want to do is making arts, but
I realize I'm no longer in charge, cuz.
GET OVER YOURSELF YOU PIECE OF LARD.

I'm no guy for writing a rap,
but I'm dealing with how I'm feeling trap-ped.
Every morning feels like crap,
waking up at five from a five hour nap--and

I work on things I believe in,
feeling like getting my teeth kicked in,
dealing with the fact that I am talentless,
and everything I do is kind of hopeless.

I do this everyday.
Everyone too, so I guess it's okay.
I don't think I can handle this.
But I'm good at pretending, so I gotta zip it.

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