Every now and then I get inspired by a beat and ill write something, it usually gets depressing but let me know what you think sneakin through the dark streets speaking to my heartbeat, walkin past the bittersweet memories a symphony in head as I insist I'm better dead, sick, should net a benefit for psychotics, evidence of generous synopsis, naturally I offer up a happy me but really I got apathy to feed my appetite, rapping tactically to ease my mind battery, a cycle where I'm madder at the so called free world survival as it leads suicidal, i dont see no gaining, all i hear complaining, more i spend my days in session brain spins questions patience, insessant blazing makes the week same, déjà vu, just, sitting in the room kicking back with the music, spitting to a track in my thoughts of the future, rip another bong too quick I guess I'm used to the hit, abusive lighter clicks, cue my conscience, useless nonsense, combination of screws combusting, exconeration of skeletons I'm juggling while developing a drug habit, talent lost in smoke, jokes, I don't tell em often, had the whole class dropping laughs it didnt last
Such alliteration Like written masturbation Scribbled in a nation By people without expectation Or education Can barely read the instructions on how to hook up the Play Station Or the smart phone No need to leave home No need to roam Like a Roman You can be Julius Caesar In pixels Electronic dick-cells Ready to become a boner But your girl is just a loaner Like an Acura Integra Be careful not to impregnate her And become another "baby daddy" And watch the bitch become a fatty And then you'll never be happy No smoking weed And taking nappies Just a shitty job repeating infinity It's like insanity A panic attack Always attacking me Tracking me And then comes the clarity My life is not a rarity Everyone writes poetry Or at least one poem The only spotlight of fame Is the one at the tip of your dome Your only microphone Is the bent one in your hand You beat off to the fantasy Of fronting a band And then the alarm clock rings And stings like a wasp Awake again, finally Time to work for a boss You gott a be like Bon Jovi Ride that steel hoss To the job Say, "Yes sir!" to Bob And cut your loss When you get paid Take that check Get high Maybe get laid But there's never enough To hire a maid And order her to make you some Kool-Aid Drink it in the shade On a hot day in summer It's what some people used to do Back in the day When there were slaves Out in the field Singing the blues To shuffles and taps All that stuff Evolved into my being here and this rap *snap*
Chilling on the porch with my bic blowtorch I got a feeling that the war is in effect, been appealing to this dialect respect i try and get, No triumph yet, freting over deception, greedy politics been picking checks while kids are sitting on the steps with no dollars, no college education cause the motto isn't patience it's statistical, its paper, the learning isn't visual, relatable, the shit they say to you can make your mood, call you dirt when it just ain't the truth, major in the loop we're made to view its our contagion, move away from superficial groups that make my brain spin, super visible aim to make you feel stupid, isn't it lame, isn't it ill to believe the real enemy was just a business entity, if anything I shouldn't look for justice in ascendancy cause other than depending on the money all your friends become dummies, defend your lump sums, while some dont even got lunch, fuck hip hop if its such a wristwatch cost means you hit the spotlight, don't wanna lift off that's fake, like laughs in a sitcom that ain't great, you know behind the smokescreen every bodies lonely, we just keep it low key, some of us look to smoking to comfort our understanding, if only, we weren't animals then maybe we have it all, as the atoms vibrate I realise fates lies, stare at mine in the wake, theorise I might stay, life changed one day I couldn't figure mine, arithmetic as I am, this insidious design would bite back, we all die, recognise it isn't hype that defines its your vibes
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Titty baconGirl why you fakenI know you want deez nuts on yo chinSperm on yo teeth while grinIf you guys havent noticed im a pro
two thumbs up,masterpiece of the year it changed my life in more ways than one a true inspiration to us all academy award nominee the most thrilling ride of the summer
I didnt see anything in there about love between two people of the same sex, did I miss it?? ps, there is a music section, and within that a section to share your work, so you dont have to deal with "Thats gay" comments, as well as posting in the appropriate place.
Agreed, I feel like describing things you don't like as " gay" is very outdated and ignorant. No offense to anyone, it just irks me
don't listen to this a*****e; he ain't wrote s**t! except for bathroom graffiti, with little pictures of d**ks! he probably goes to Everest College, and smokes weed in the stalls. askin' "how'd i end up here?!", while he's tuggin' on his balls!
im rappin on the city cause i pity rhymes so miserable dismal how this shitty little pretty boy be spittin those lines of flowers sour take a bit of coke n hit this smoke take it to the brain and now the cane will put u in a hole