Rap

Part of a rap I wrote.

Oneself needs help to break his cell,
To break his spell, escape from hell
Make a tale for the day I'm frail
Before my coffin finds its nails.
Inhale exhail, see full-scale.
Income, outcome becomes my jail.
One young man and one young tale.
One dumb plan one chance to fail.
My stance will stay all long the way.
I'll take the pain if it makes the gain.
Am I still sane to my dismay?
How long does it take till I get my way?

Author's Note

Just wanted to know if this rap is good enough to develop into a song. Keep in mind its only a part of it.