probly one of the best things ive wrote in the past 3 years check it out and tell me what you think :) todays message todays message is braught to you by, lungz so dont even bother asking who when or why, this guy doesent even need to try, i can taste my piece of that sweet pie, tears flowing down from my eyes, but i cant see mr envy, jelously or ignorance they cant tolerate me, because im myself all i need to be, were all diffrent so have your own style of originality, still hungry wheres that piece of my pie its not in my eyes direction, did i just misdetect the fellow who found it in himself to take, the microphone cord from me looked at the crook said its to late, this is where your destiny met up with your fate, so he tryed to intimadate but instead he darted like he was the winner of the race, so as my spirit starts to chase, and go threw all the anguish and the pain, want to see my dozens of books with notage i wrote, not a small fry look at my angry mind, with these rhymes i dont have to commit any crimes, i just felt always part of the slime, people would stare at me but i know its not because i looked fine, my life is the worlds time. braught up from the grime, other side pops would put in his best attempts to trym to keep me out of trouble, from the start my future looked crumbled, but as i rumble with someone after i would self destruct, kid who would never listen to instructions, didint start to learn my lessons, never gave away any confessions, feelings my familys pain from ever direction, while my aunts coming off of the injections, everyones getting better when i feel like i keep messing, and turn away all my blessings, and have people who knwow me just daily guessing, if im stressing or starting a fight with cops, not enough dirt thou to get me locked, but serisouly telling the pigs to stop and how to do the job, so they treat me and innocents with mislabels and the mischarge, while theres killers and rapists still out there large, my mind can never go to far, whats behind closed doors, we need some money to feed the hungry poor, another victim getting knocks at the door, cops arent even sure if hes the one there looking for, it makes me sad my lungz sore, my heart pour, how do you talk negitive about marjuiana being addictivem when crack all you need is one hit, and you want more in an instant children are being scarred, feeling like there in a prison being bared, all these fakes tellings there positive message but never putting into action, whats with all these laughing,
Posted on: Mon, 08 Jul 2013 05:40:13 +0000
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