my ambition as a kid was to ball and be equal
i wore glasses, so they bullied me, everyday after school
every dream i had was broken, faking to my dad i was sick
so i didn't have to go back to school-to that fucking shit
imagine you feel week, but i had enough sleep
it was the kids at school-i was the last one to eat
but the first one to weep, them days still scar my heart
praying every morning, but is was like my life was barred
no access, my lifes hurting like i had an absess
um a mess! anything next, might just enter my neck
a lack of respect, 21, with a heart of bronze,
what went wrong, why so many kids die in hong kong
next bar, with a next day, next rhyme-while i delay-
the feeling of decay, and still my brother says lifes ok
life since last may, has made my mind inflict wounds
and since noon, i still fume, if there's a meess in my room
so many broken dreams, none of them make any sense
i dremt i had a grand, woke up and found 51 pence
how do i fix my dreams if the glue is no longer solvent
the pain through my vanes, is the reason for ma hunger an torment
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