Fiction

So, the name is Jay. I’m a HorrorxCore rapper from the 508 of Massachusetts. I used to rap in a group called Disaster Course under the stage name of Cyanide, but that kinda fell through so...here I am. I spit the wicked shit...I’m not here to front, or try to act badass or anything; I’m here to express myself and have as much fun as I can doing so! I’m only eighteen, and have a long way to go, but the only way to get better and eventually establish a name for myself is to keep at it, no matter what people say. ’Cause even if you’re on the right track, you won’t get anywhere if you’re not moving. When I was younger, I had a speach impedement and was always told that I wouldn’t ever be able to speak normally, here’s my change to prove you wrong. All I can do is my best...even though, all in all, I’m a scrawny white kid that paints her face like a clown and gets stoned everyday just trying to make an impact on the world. I’ve got everything to prove, and nothing to lose.