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Odd topic..
How about: Eye Lost Myself
Seeing the world around me,
at diffrent cost I see inside.
Me- A demon hides, behind
my artery lines. He dines on
my soul, so I let him eat all
day. Chewing my feelings n'
everything else away. This
statement left vulger, but
not because it wanted. I'm
a criminal with the mind of
a drunken'.
Stay With You
BITCH! i won't "Stay With You" any longer coz ur a slut
i shud smash yer face into pieces, then kick out ur guts
Fuck a romance, i aint dancing to ur music or prancing...
Around like a clown down in foolish actions advancing
imma fuck another chick, skeezers be all up on da dick
i be slammin em quick, coz HOE HOE HOE U make me sic
Nagging like an old lady, leaving ciggarette burns in my mercedes
Fuck sum gold digging mistress that ish went out in the eighties
so maybe ladies like you only have babies to hook a nigga
plus if a mo'fucker neva had cheddar u wud'nt look at nigga
actin like u shook'a nigga coz i look so fucking gangsta
Fuck all your questions where I been?... I got no answer
Fuck a happy life together
next: No Love
i got no love for this shit, done packed my bags and left it
if you believe that then, i just got ya mind on a theft bitch
the thing i got no love for, is fake emcees who shatter glass windows
with thier high pitch voice'n all, i'd drop deeper if i's ta pass wind hoes
but i'm the type to throw flash things though, like a rollex or my rolled ex
so really i got no love for no shit, although maybe my rolls in text
nt/ show love
"Love & Romance"
Can ya'll remember that one person you fell for,
The one you'd devote your whole life to just adore.
She had a great smile & an great personality,
You tried to get to know her & talked about reality.
Ya'll had thangs in common & ya'll would always chill,
Like watching movies or staring at clouds on a hill.
Just keeping it laid back & kept your relationship mellow,
Making her face shine like the bright sun that's yellow.
Ya'll had that feeling which you didn't want to finish,
And it just got hotter, so you didn't want to extinguish.
Like a fiery flame, except it's deep in your heart,
You want to always hang with her & never be apart.
She's that pretty thang who'll try to support you,
The kind of girl to call & she'll try to comfort you.
When thangs are looking bad, you've got her back,
And she's got your back too. Her big daddy mack.
The master of love has just entered the building,
And he's here to provide you extra thangs like filling.
Relationships can sometimes not work out for the best,
So build up on your friendship before the next test.
The test that'll prove if ya'll can co-exist,
Not spend a couple weeks & fade away in the mist.
Relationships work out depending on your type,
The type you can work with, not ones that're hyped.
The prettiest girl can have the worst attitudes,
Watch your back when it comes to girls with bad attitudes.
For first time playas, don't go with the cutest,
Cuz they'll just leave you hanging. They're nothing but ruthless.
Find that special girl who're a part of your life,
And work your way up so she might become your wife.
If thangs don't work out, you'll have a lot of chances,
The more girls you talk to, there will be more romance.
It's not all about the beauty. Go for their inside,
See if they're the type you can have by your side.
Don't be rushing thangs by just asking her out,
Ask questions & let her know you without a doubt.
A great relationship's always built around trust,
Are ya'll perfect or will ya'll leave each other in the dust?
I've been getting questions. Call me the love doctor,
I'll heal problems like aches dealt by a chiropractor.
NEXT- Dope Game (what u think it is/means)
Dope game, but no name, ladies never see...
They think of me, as a cutie, but never mention me.
I'n underated, never seen....my attention is limited edition.
On a mission, for the kissin, maybe bootie if I can get it.
Ladies Love Cool J, shit they'll love the Choir then....
And the stamina I get, from the help Viagra lends.....
Take a look through my lens, and see what I'm lookin at.
Spit a little G, then break this ressie cup hoe off like a Kittie Kat.
You feelin' that? I know you would, you know I'm hood, so peep it.
And I'll send you over a video, I made from how I freaked it.
P.GAME. D. GAME, I got it all, call me the weed mayne.....
Got her hooked like Crack, her addiction is me mayne....
What you know?
N/T=Emotional Bruises
emotional brueses//
do whatever he chooses//
causeing contusions//
you stupid mo fuckas are prolly confusin me wit losin//
no wonder why yer blood is oozin//
this ish is breezy i'm just cruisin//
n/t: hot pocket
the bitches love it thats why they jock it//
you can go ahead an hate it an knock it//
fuckin bash yer head witta sprocket//
I'm blowin up like a rocket//
I spit spew an hock it//
you say you walk the but but barley talk it//
Penns grove in the house, my hommies be double clickin yo girlfriends mouse, we be startin a lil trouble, wit dat hot pocket, when yo pull da trigger, so lets pop-locket, dont stop it, the dope game i mean, the streets are mean, that how we were raised, ino ino u are amazed, dat dont matta to us, cause we live dis everyday and take the bus, to the 32nd street, ya dont be rekon, dont be killin this beat, this is sum waked freestyle, but iam gunna pick up this beatstyle, my hot pocket brings a lot, dont mock it, i'll pop ya, i'll drop ya, on the street kick you until ur beat purple, make you into mince meat, cause thats where iam from, bein on da street was rough, but the shit make you tough inside and out, wit dat hot pocket, dont go anywhere witout da socket, see dat jabronie, he aint our hommie, pop lock that fat fuck.
NEXT= Ghetto Gospel
topic ghetto gospel
in my early teens
i wanted to identify with those who stole from the corner store
and wanted to glorify weed smokers,gang member and and baby mamas
i longed to belong with beer drinkin teens who laughed at whore
and wanted to be the nappy headed girl who cause mad drama
but sense my mama didnt have enough money but common sense
she had me convinced that singing a ghetto gospel was a waste of oxygen
and walkin around screw face was a waste of of pretty smile
and that portrayin somethin your not will get you locked like green mile
my papa taught me to just be and therefore i exposed me
to all our liquor stained street and souls just as soft as concrete
and therefore the ghetto gospel began to seemed to me as sweet
and i no longer hated the taste and the smell of green
no longer was an outkast among any caste i had the best both worlds
in the day i was my mother when the sky slept i became george (my father)
i began lookin for trouble just waiting to sing my song
i began lookin for trouble just waiting to sing my song
"if aint ghetto i dont know what is "
"im headed nowhere fast but to the pen "
" I DONT GIVE DAMN IF I WAKE UP"
AS LONG AS BEFORE REST IM DRINKIN AND SMOKIN BLUNTS"
N/T NOT BELONGING
uh to let you know your supposed to leave the next topic...
i wasnt finished computer glitch read my edit
much luv loveless
i guess ill respond to my topic
not belonging
im a shining amongst destitute and dull diamoands
i am not bright at all among the polished and the finest
i am mediocraty at its tipping point also at its peak
until finally the world recognizes their reflection is me
im slightly off beat.. a waltz a simple 1. 2. 3
i am a bit coniac mixed with a cup of foldgers coffee
i am unknown to the loveable
and not ugly enough for the untouchables
not poor poor enough for the impoverished
not good enough for most white kids
i have a queer song
i no not a home
ive been searching everywhere
and still i dont belong
another topic
another topic, i'll drop it,
flows a roccet, u can't stop it,
glocc in poccet, no need to cocc it,
1 in chamber ready to spark it,
bonafide marksman, disassemble my target,
alot of niggaz talk it, but so scared pop it
gang warfare[topic]
wtf kinda topic is gang warfare....that ghetto shit is played...come one now pimpin
the ravages of war keep a barren area bare, the drive to secure pride ensures imminent despair
soldiers armed with cold stares ensnared by four self-imposed walls, feeling obligated to fire back in response to an adverse call
whoever's left standing after the bloody muddle is declared victorious and dubbed king of the rubble
until another squabble over the rubble bubbles and the outcome of another war declares a king of the rubble's rubble
it's rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat 'til every cinder block on the block crumbles and every stomach, heart, and soul rumbles
deprived of basic necessities and starved of amenities even familiar faces are labeled obstacles, enemies
settling for a filler, oppression is re-recycled, it's easy to blame others when reality becomes stifled
cross fires transform passers-by into election campaign angles and martyrs, political career starters
ideally, tools pulverized in past wars would be re-introduced, calloused hands would be re-taught how to put the tools to use
but the despair is deep rooted, ideas are quickly muted, repairs are artificial when guns seem better suited,
when blinding glares are reflected to and from every hardened face, any other accessory would look so out of place,
but social norms can be reinvented if it applies to the majority, common goals underlie opposing priorities
soldiers, unhinge those cold masks and warm your hands, i doubt the aftershocks of your pursuit are exactly as you planned
it's ironic how gang warfare looks exactly like genocide from where i stand
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