Abstract sleezy -- Slam poetry attempt

Am I real enough to you?
enough to rhyme and sing with the rest
Put me to the test
I swear I'll do my best to impress
Enough for me, enough for you?
cuz I bet you know just how it feels
To be abstract sleezy,
I'm not easy
No cheerleader business in my business
I've got class for a fine piece of ass
Cuz
I've got my words and you might think I'm shitting bricks
But honey my bones is thick now
With sickness, with richness, and baby I'm perfect to me
Jaded and noncomformist, I fit this, this and that

And I know it, I'm a bitch
I'm a witch, but I'm not sick
You think you're slick
With your haughty tones and harshness,
But I can throw down
You wanna go down? I'll show you how it is
Cuz this is
How I am
It's how I do, What can you do to change my perpective,
To make me look with open eyes
My eyes are open, wide and wondering

I can prove it, and I am with every single word I sling

So pull up your pants, you ain't no rugged thug
You aint fly, you won't slug
Me in the face, go ahead, put shame in your race
But I'm abstract sleezy
And baby it ain't easy
Being real enough for me.