quick (freestyle poem)

I got a ton of brightness
Only time will tell before I make it to the lightness
I’m committed to failure to fight it
When the stars come out the intercity wars are built
Finish what you started
They want me back sellin
Back ridin with thugs
I shrug the past still cash I want
And shine no doubt with niggas I invite to my house
My hard work is buildin clout so not receivin recognition I don’t pout
I got style I swag
I had that since an adolescent not to brag