I came from the slums/ crack heads on corners filled with bums/ I once killed a bunch of nuns/ I pack large stacks of funds/ I can rhyme fast I create music like Mozart/ I got a head start/ I can outsmart/ your entire flow chart/ I create folk art/ while running you over with a golf cart/ I was raised street smart/ most emcees don’t have heart/ I cut tongues/ You can’t hang with my lungs/ I’m rolling up something now want to take part/ While blazing in Wal-Mart/ I was born with a bleeding heart/ at any second I could fall apart/ Hey there is no need for time to slip/ until my wrists bleed until the next drip/ I let it drop/ let it drip lets call it Hip Hop/ You get no cash flow while I makeweight/ Sell a bunch on one block then migrate/ I’m like one of the X-men I can mutate/ I wrote the screenplay for my own movie Morgan Freeman should narrate/ I spin your head around in circles so fast Its’ irate/ I’m so gone like tall grass on a mowed lawn/ my next move is to Sacrifice the pawn/ to get one step closer to the queen/ my life is like a long Game of chess with Bobby fisher/ my entire family hates me… even my sister/ I got to the top of the highest building and jumped! Now I’m like humpty dumpty/ Everyday I feel like my own girlfriend wants to dump me/ Without trust brings paranoia/ plus lack of communication will destroy ya/ Which causes distance/ for instance when she’s gone more than a day/ My Heart starts to decay/ I start slowly dying from all the lying/ I’m apart of the real world reality but I just feel like hiding/ I feel dead alone like a ghost/ reading her every face book post/ It just hurts more and causes a bigger complication/ My thoughts are clouded by white & green smoke that messes up my concentration/ I have recorded over 59 songs. Where’s my digital compilation/ she informs me When I’m prince charming and nice without hatred it brings her consolation/ The MTV rappers make me mad I’m going to shit on them literally without constipation/ I’m one of the few emcees left in Oklahoma that keeps it REAL to The Nation/ I just want one of my songs on every radio station/ The true alky I can drink a 12 pack a day without losing my coordination/ I live in the center of the city of meth you won’t believe the crystallization/ I stray away from day and end up getting lost in the night/ I tried to sleep last week/ My mind never shuts off it continues to think about every life situation so deep/ I get depressed and starve myself I won’t eat/ Is it because I’m weak/ Or am I just lost looking for the right things in the wrong places that I seek/ Without learning to love yourself before you love another you won’t be complete/ I’m like a black rose that grew out of concrete/ I stay discrete/ Until I can spit my flow to the perfect beat/ try to battle me in the street/ Free styles come naturally so witness defeat/ I advise you to retreat/ I walk alone and proud on my own two feet/ with my third eye I stay alert and observational/ watch people carefully while my surroundings and the world gets worse and non-operational/ - Lo9anP (P1ug) Verse 2; song - These Days
Posted on: Sat, 31 Aug 2013 11:11:28 +0000
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