2015 Kinda started on a high note. Too much morphine but it did keep me high tho! then came valium I stayed off in a trance I lost all my friends got too skinny for my pants. fired from work I spent thousands on some percs and all through the winter I moved em on the curb! The fiends were my object so I hustled in the projects but I was a fiend too so hardly turned a profit! had to get back to work so its 9-5 and traffic but then my chick left she said I formed a habit so I turned into Static from a junkie to a savage I was ok til Summer but the pain, I couldn't mask it! the drugs, I had to have it I prayed to see my casket I was a walking zombie reality, I couldn't grasp it! So then Roxy was my habit and my job turned to past tense I couldn't recognize my kids they couldn't recognize their dad anyway my friends helped s/o to Boondock and Raidiance who pulled me from my grave and inspired me to play again! I was hoping for death they taught me what to live for reccomended I should detox and hang out with my kids more! so now its months later and Im content with being sober I cant thank yall enough but the reward was getting older! I just turned 30 and the dawning of a new year I wasnt supposed to see 30 now an "old dog" with few fears! but from writing... I might just hang my gloves up. retire my ink pen... God knows I only loved ya! but if I can't do it? Guess Ill see you all again. Have a Happy Happy New Year to all my enemies and friends.
This year has been a killer Quite literally, it's been too hard Lost so many people I cared for Writing subliminally, hidden between bars Looking forward to new beginnings New year full of new challenges Hopefully less than the year we just had Spitting a new verse so I won't feel talentless Hating on others, I do it Mostly to vent out my frustration Hating on those that are easy targets The clueless youth of a new generation Of people that feel so entitled Like everything should just be given Nobody remembers how to earn anymore They think life is a ride that they've already ridden Sometimes my character, the facade I'm portraying Gets the better of me and comes out swinging Sometimes the venom in words is so strong that its hatred I'm slinging Sometimes I get ahead of myself and sometimes you really deserved it Every time I get on this mic I just wanna make sure that I've served it The best that I can, the worst way possible The harder I am, the more I'm unstoppable Sometimes that's how I feel But sometimes its just what I'm saying That's where you read between the lines And get to the heart of these lines you're replaying Listening to em again and again Like they're golden or something Really its just an outlet for me to release heat So you'll never know if I'm going or coming Don't try to pen me down into the pages and write what ain't already there This year is practically over And thank God for that Cause I was practically gasping for air Drowning in memories that still haunt me Faces of friends changing color in front of my eyes This is the last rhyme for 2015 Just opened the book and told no lies Thanks to all of you for coming Thanks for helping to see me through it Here's to another year and less heartache And here's one for those who won't do it
I wish there were german people reading this thread so if i posted my bars anyone would understand them. sadlife
Thanks, Burns. As gut-wrenching as that was, I thoroughly enjoyed the rhyme set and the whole underlying honesty. 2016 will be a better year bro. It just has to.
Excuse me but I must insert myself into this work of art I'm the true only beast no pair but still road in Noah's ark But stiffled a fart to choke the while boat but I accidentally helped it float with the same fart that choked the throats of 2 goats THY yelled SAVE EM WHERE'S THE MESSIAH I told em do not fear because I'm close to the Lord's friar Given a holy crap to flip ships and turn waves to typhoons and downpours to why dude? So I laid down a flow to make Plymouth Rock or create a revelation that God even had to cop I'm sick with it like I pick stuck in a fro mixed with it like vodka and Hennessey in a 20 yr old God bless the cypher cuz KING just wrote some gold Nah god bless who's after KING cuz KING just killed the KAW cypher at 19 yrs old peace
There once was a girl named mel She had a most terrible smell She layed on her back and opened her crack and unleashed the forces of hell
Why lord why don't dem see , A freestyler don't do poetry , no pencils pens no paper pads, Off the top is where ya drop it if u proppa freestyle rap, End of!