i sit and laugh at moments were i wern't spoken,
fighting demons that aren't here, is it i seem to be the omen?,
watch as the world flares in flames and un noticed vividory,
my future will be made by all my sustained victory,
my foundations have been made i just need to build shelter,
the rain has got me wet and not one of my friends will be 'the helper'
my life has been torn up as if it was a bad drawing,
i get spat on and kicked to the ground but it don't stop me from growing,
theres more cold people on these streets and it ain't even snowing,
but a handful of stars i have but these days they don't seem to be glowing.
i have done some bad things, but doesn't everybody make mistakes
the ground is bait and seems to get ate away at every place i make my stay,
but i'ma stand my ground, and not move,
asif my feet are glued and i can't remove my shoes,
so the ground is either gunnah break or make a change,
either way,
if it breaks, everyone of my statements 'ell stay the same,
cause i ain't the sort of bloke to lie in a tremendous size,
but i speak the truth, and leave you in a clueless state of mind.
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