Brunswick Idol

So whys a punk kid now making hiphop tracks, cause i got sick of waiting for bands to call me back. Asking around town trying to find a position, they say ok rocket come in for an audition, so i get to the rehersal room and there is a line of other singers, and now i'm involved in a singing competition. What the fuck is this? brunswick idol? and of course they don't appreciate my rough vocal style. It's about content not delivery, and crimpshrine taught me to sing raspy. If i was a better singer, i wouldn't mind the judgement, but i'm not, so i do, so i walk out the room. I had songs and verse that i wanted heard, so i started to do some spoken word, going to the pub on sunday when they read poetry, but i'm a bit straight forward, it wasn't really my scene. I'm starting to get angry at other singers on stage, why do they get to express all their pain and rage? So i got a $20 mic and audacity and started this hiphop catastrophy.

My names rocket, you've never heard of me. That's cause i'm nothing much i'm a nobody. But i won't stay unknown, i won't stay obscure, i won't be an eternal amature. Cause what i lack in verbal style i make up for in fire, what i lack in talent and skill i supplement with overkill. Of course i'm pretty shit i've been at this three weeks, but i'll be decent given a year to practise. It's like starting at the bottom again. like joining mondo pest way back in year ten. When i picked up a bass and played constantly, gave myself calluses from all the practising. I don't need anyone's permission, i don't need a spot, i don't need a position. I don't need to be the singer in a band, now i have a laptop and a mic in my hand.