a few bars from a song I'm trynna record. like and share, feedbacks always necessary

    Wrote a verse, now I'm cursed, spitting rhymes forward and in reverse
    No one can stay in a conversation which I converse
    Cause I don't belong on this planet earth
    The rhymes help me at the worse, my only problems is I gotta rehearse 
    Can't speak a solid hook about moving forward so I gotta re-verse
    Talk of money in my free verse, Talk of hunnies but they'd rather hump a tree first
    Running from my problems I'm trynna flee worst
    Spending too much time on a song till I have 3 verse
    So when I walk into a room full of 9s for a fix you're gonna flee first