Comin Out

This cat's comin out of a deep rest
Ya'll talk beef, but words manifest
I'm depressed, deep inside my chest
I detest all of you, fuck lovelessness
Here's the story of my broken hopes

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The only person I ever cared for told me to go fuck myself
So I'll tell you what, I'll pick up this knife and go cut myself
Go fuck someone else, you fucking bitch, we had something else
Well you wrecked it for me, you're a whore you stankin bitch
Look in my eyes, my hate expands the realms of endlessness
You broke my soul to fragments, you fucking blasphemist
I wanna rip out your heart so you can feel my emptiness
You're so beautiful its satanist, you're devious but tainted it's
Like you're painted with all the faces God can make you wit

Shut the fuck up bitch, don't even try to talk back to me
You bring more drama than broke mamas workin inside of factories
Dear God, do you find it fair that karma doesn't work out for me?
Can you save me from the hate that's building up inside of me?
Can you be there? I need someone to reach out to me
My soul's turning cold, and all I have inside is envy, see
People want what they can't have - truth to relativity
I paid you so much attention that now my pockets feel all empty
You took my love for granted, and fuck it now my soul feels all empty

Thank God for hiphop, bringing me back to my sanity
At least I have one thing, apart from that my family
God put a curse on me to never be able to get with anybody
And one day I will die, the gravel's peacefulness will rest my body
Close my eyes and sleep, elevation a meek twenty feet deep
We'll never be able to get a record deal from the words we speak
From a ghetto to the city, from the city to the suburbs
I came a long way, plus all your drama's got me shook worse
I'm tired of hurtin people, and people always hurtin me
Global genocide's the answer to rid humanity of hatin me

And if you think my heart is cold, look at the fucking world you live in
Pac was right, Thug'z Mansion is the key to the ignition

And if I can't have noone, I don't want anyone or anything
I don't even want a record deal, just let me spit for the love of things

Its one of my only passions, cuz bitch, passion didn't work with you
An now you got me hurt, but it's okay, cuz I'll merk all of you

In your sleep, so fuck you too

fam you gotta drop links or this will be closed

this peice to me wasent that good just ok wasent really feelin the flow or the rymes some of the time ya words didnt ryme at all u just said the same ones again structure was ok to but it could be better...elevate and keep spittin
leave feed on my om microphone

dayum....shit was harsh! but it was still good...i felt the emotion in it....didnt really have specific vocab or nuthin....flow was a lil off....i guess some of the non-rhymin words were part of ya rhyme-scheme....but other than that it was ok...had nice structure and like i said, i felt it.... 8.9