I’m an abandon orphan; I survived abortion with one damaged organ
Stranded and lonely, I came out the womb after her bandages opened
Extracted with potions, magics an ointments, I knew I was a odd being
Probably an off season, Oddly my mother wanted me to stop breathing
I was harsh treated,… In so much pain I couldn’t feel my heart beating
I was hardly eating, Growing up they kept me locked in the basement
Talking to aliens, The only place to sleep was on top of the waste bin
I was crawling at age ten, The age when, Everybody could run smooth
Whos to show love to, when the clouds are the only thing to look up to
I grew to be a tough dude in a rough mood, my first words were fuck you
I was abruptly rude, An optionless kid at the bottom of the adoption list
Thought I reached the bottomless pit, Till adopted by Mrs. Johnson Smith
I was no longer a problem kid, I could finally fill the emotions were there
They were devoted to care, Both with the same passion promoted to share
Propitious it appeared, Till over the years when both of my stepparents died
Once again I was left barren inside, It was almost as if they were buried alive
Heart broken, My chest tearing like knifes, What was the cause of their death
Now in their coffins they rest, The cost of their death was causing me stress
Im haunted by the dead, Once had a mother and dad, Now just a orphan again
Their souls are my friend, They keep me warm before the coldness begins
I’m only a kid, I dont even exist, Its like my parents were born with no ribs
When I was born I was thrown of a cliff,….. Literally tossed to the side
Miserably exhausted from life, All my parents I visually lost em all twice
I have to blissfully jog just to strive, I’m willingly to drop and just die
Like a falling star from the sky, For no reason I was placed on this Earth
With hate in my nerves, I wish I would have never made it through birth
It’s amazing I merged, But whats the purpose, Im only a orphanage bastard
My origin is a disaster, Since my youth I was always ordered by masters
My motive is vacuous, My soul is disastrous, Broken by sadness
I’m holdin my madness,… My anger bottled inside could float on Atlantis
My home is no mansion, Just to survive I chew on the bones in the trashcan
I’m known as the abandon kid, That barley makes it living through poverty
Always digging through properties,… I wouldn’t mind winning the lottery
I hate that I’m from my fathers’ seed, The color of my skin even bothers me
Everything pothers me, I hope I never awake from the next time I fall asleep
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