6 lines. hate me

[Bodey]

self-consciousness is keepin me from bein monsterous on the mic
not one accomplishment on my list, no shots to spit. this is like
killin me slowly, a constant fit of honest bits grippin tight
who'd like to show me their astonishment while rockin it without the fright
arms are wavin, locked in fists; paused with it but runnin close behind
not playin, stop this shit, applaudin ish might push me from my modest grind

i had this crazy idea for the way the flow was gonna be but i lost it. sorry