>>17029818You will never be a real rapper. You have no flow, you have no verses, you have no beats. You are a caucasian woman twisted by MTV and social media into a crude mockery of hip-hop.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your awful songs behind closed doors. Rappers are utterly repulsed by you. Years of hood music have allowed the real gangster to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even tracks that “pass” sound uncanny and unnatural to a real rapper. Your lyrics are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a black guy to listen to your rap, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a note of your fake-ass, cracker rhyme.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually, it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a white woman is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a nobody that has released no decent songs.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
