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My Sins
BoneCollector
I tried to stop, but i couldnt....I always did wrong
I would ride with my people & be out all night long
Walkin with a limp my gun in my pants,riding deep
Having enemy's left and right,gettin hard to sleep
Have one eye open at all time,..just to feel aware
Have Fun making your enemy's fear..& walk on air
Smoking Blunts..and Selling Tree's,...Its what i do
Having Shells stick to people heads like crazy glue
Making People swim with the fishes,Cus of a color
People falling,& watch there life span grow smaller
I cant change what ive done,Its my sins,...my life
Cus only time,ill settle down,is when i have my wife
Paranoid
Livin with stressin, a blessin to be honored by fate
At least I had chances, frustrated when I’d try hate
Proceedin with caution, protected my feedin passion
My sentence left empty, petrified by bleedin fashion
Donated with intoxicated organs of human particles
Pronounced a problem, profound from news articles
Give me just one moment, or seconds to taste a flavor
Predictin shame, & conflictin fame, too waste a favor
My sins captured, dissolved by all the abusive people
And I’m defined wrong, so I’m known horribly lethal
Tragically thrown, magically blown over the facts
So they understand my sin, and complete my tasks
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I was born to a Life of Crime,Speakin through my ryhmes
Dad gone at the wrong time,So I settled for nicks N dimes
Moms cared but wasnt around,My life like a lost and found
Crazy as it sound,My whole life was mainly shifting down
At school causin problems,Made my moms life a living hell
Cant seem to solve them,Rap was onlything keepin me from jail
Denial it seemed I act,I have love for my fam and that was fact
Seemed like I kept leaving the station but forgetting my tracks
I swear if I could take everything back,This wouldnt be me
Wish my Sins would get lost in its tracks,So my mom could see....
LFS The Great
Living a life of sin, not because of my action but metaphorically,
Simply tryna be me but riduculed by unwritten rules given to me,
Pondering why it is that I can't puff and pass when it's my turn,
Laundering? No I'm just tryna walk out my crib and be able to return,
Simple times don't come to easy so I take nothing for granted,
Proud to be me cuz my outlook on life just happens to be slanted,
Living the life of the middle class when clearly that ain't the case,
Speaking to me ain't like Tyrone, known only to be black in the face,
The witest black guy you know, Oreo seems to be my denomination,
Is it my fault that I say Fuck the NBA, it's the X-Games I'm chasin,
Sorry though cuz busting gats, and chillin n the corner, it's my passion,
Easily I'd rather meet my soulmate instead of out constantly smashin,
Watchin my back for temptation, stumbling around for escape from my hell,
Taking the hard road cuz the easy answer is giving in and re-combining with cells,
I guess you could say that my sin to the world is not fittin the description,
Breaking outta the system, hoping to prove that stereotypes on me are fiction...
Sin'cere
As I remember what I saw when I was sitting in those steps
I recaptured the visions in my mind as I shivered on that death
Didn’t kno what to do bloody tears came down my cheeks as his
Did too........... didn’t have a clue but I wish I knew who did this
So I shivered there….clueless on what to do in my rocking chair
Cant sleep, or dream the nightmares take over me like an exorcist scare
The sleepless nights kills me inside it just keeps going on and on and builds
So scared on what to say or what I should do, scratches on my neck like gills
And the fact just attacked me in my face and hands that I killed my brother
In revenge that I killed myself when he also just did the same to my mother
Ysdat
From the womb to the tomb,My crimes moon is in bloom
Thru the misfit to the wrist's slit,Im'a murderous kids hit
like the crack pipe to the wack nights,I failed to act right
when the time came I played mind games,failed to find aims
In the lifes race,hesitated in night rapes,I silenced guys hates
while the finest eyes drapped on your heinest highest place
watch the guy who minds fate try control his eye rate
Lifes the finest timed place while my crime is high laced
If the tomb is my place then evils death is my trace
leave the breath as my face and then confess in guys space
link the rest to times date of the agressive crimes placed
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Real deep peice. It gives me an insight into ya'lls lives. Ya'lls wordplay was there to. The structure was real good, definately feeling that. I love reading OM's like this, cause there deep. And when you can put a person in your shoes or make them feel how you were feeling at the time of writing this, thats always good. Keep this up. Real good and deep piece.
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nicely put together yo tight as hell.. some dope metaphorical phrases in this piece right here fosho....sum good expressions coming thru strongly.. everyone tellin they own story and it all gels together as one ... deep n dope spitz
keep at it
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yeh...i liked this deep. i want 2 get better at rappin and shit. i just get bored and rhyme.
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yo...............i be uppin this.
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Uppin this again..............
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damn prolly too many verses here, this was long, but all the verses were pretty cool, feeling the flow and you held it down, kept it consistent. but yea next time try writing less or something, i dunno haha
feeling this the most
From the womb to the tomb,My crimes moon is in bloom
Thru the misfit to the wrist's slit,Im'a murderous kids hit
like the crack pipe to the wack nights,I failed to act right
when the time came I played mind games,failed to find aims
In the lifes race,hesitated in night rapes,I silenced guys hates
while the finest eyes drapped on your heinest highest place
watch the guy who minds fate try control his eye rate
Lifes the finest timed place while my crime is high laced
If the tomb is my place then evils death is my trace
leave the breath as my face and then confess in guys space
link the rest to times date of the agressive crimes placed
good shit man. keep dropping. pz
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this was an intricate piece of the life of a G...n told uniquely no doubt...in the beginnin ya sound like a lost soul...prodigy of a gangster...as ya story unfolded your words became more clear....the imagery was coo...somma ya vocab i wasnt feelin...the overall concept hit hard...fasho...i like this piece...
igido
