My Rap

My Rap,
Can I fly; can I fly, I wonder why they don’t want to see me fly, My my my,
I wonder why, all I get is evil eyes, it ain’t fair;  but It comes from the squares,
I look up the stairs, then fall to my knees and give a prayer, My my my,
I wonder why they label me a street dude, My my my; I wonder why,
could it be; because I’m writing gangsta rhymes, My my my all I get is the evil eye,
My my my listen to my rap,
Now can I fly? -MillYentei D.Y.