Here's just something I was workin on.. unfinished verse.. I'm bored.. blah blah..
Shit the name remains constant but the face is changin
Cuz this rap shit got our ear to the pavement
We keep it hood like a cadillac, and all that shit talk
Will leave ya laid against the street like a side-walk
I can't live a dream all I got is this hustle kinda work
Rap ain't feedin me, my ribs poke through my shirt
It hurts to admit it, it's like my goals have shifted
I had a dream, but woke up so it's time to forget it
Like a nightmare, and that's what I'll give these kids sleepin
and slam them hard enough to leave their pens bleedin
It's all I can do to hold it in so I sip this 40 ounce
And try to muster an ounce from it to fill my cup
It's worse then givin up, cuz at least that's a choice
But I'm not in that position so I'm done makin noise
I've laced lines to notebook for a decade or more
Had this life on my mind before I hit the boards
People don't realize Hip Hop is not a hobby
Hip Hop to me is like crack-rock to Bobby
I've seen kids get their brakes knocked while
they was spittin, then come back with a smile