Poetry: The Musician

I come from a place
Where dudes get baked to get the cake
Women can't face facts
So they get a doctor to fix their face
If this is rap
I must be out my place
And being fake
Is exactly what it takes
To be successful
Sh*t is stressful
My mind sometimes gets in the way
And when I dream I see notes
But I gotta spend c-notes
To get my record played
Some say you can't progress
Without getting saved
We all sing the same song
Just pawns in the game
In the rap race
Creativity takes 2nd place