My last Rhyme

Sick and tired, living a life of crime,
stick to myself, left out all the time,
drop the jaw, and maybe someday you'll see
take some time, learn what its like to be me.

You'd hear some talk, from all the little posers,
Walk the walk, away from the brown nosers,
Speak your mind, for the true last time now,
and drop a rhyme, my last rhyme now.

Face to heat, To understand the pressure,
Watch the others, throwing out their sick gestures,
Repent for the fallen, and save those right beside you,
But your all alone, with no one there to guide you.