"I hear u niggers talking, flaunting ur **** like your walking, I heard the word on the street, the king David got beat, and his crew hit breeze, to put his mind at ease. It's like NFL all over again, front, back, front, back, i backhand u smack, u talk whack, and deserve another crack. I heard u ordered my ****, yeah? Give it back! I mean bro I used to be a fan of yours, until u started mess'n wit whores, I guess **** hit the fan, and none like ur style, u probably waltz around like a pedophile, smok'n weed, as u get on ur knees to plead, I'll punch u up till u bleed. I know where u live, with ur mother and father, and ur future lover, I heard she got on the top of the music cover. I meant to ask, how she going? How's **** flowing? Well apparently the riffs hit the street, better cut off their leadership feet, he talks to much ****, he deserves a hit, I'll run by his house, he'll run like a mouse, and I'll drop the fucker, he'll runs west, for the ***** club fest, I've heard to much ****. Flip, flip, flipping the lighter, suddenly the **** gets fire, ur a goddamn *****, damn I saw ur post 'Hitman for hire', u probably rock up picking bitches up, liar. We knew u were gay, because u never seemed to play, flowers and lovers where ur dream, mixed ur sister up like cream, I got her so hard she was practically steam, well ur a faggot as it seems" Bad at rapping (way better freestyle)(try'n take mind off stuff happen today)
This poem is for you and me your angle eyes can always see the good in me but that devil smile makes me weary of what could and couldn't be
As I sit here thinking of what's to be nothing good ever comes to me only vale and hate accompanies me down this long and lonely road no one walks beside me only beating me down saying my dreams will never be will you also beat on me
Nice job op and the others that commented, a bit sad but good nonetheless, I guess you are good for something other than kaw
Ty but for me it's not a sad thing it's a way to vent about the past and present gets a lot off your chest it's almost like going to a happy place
I understand, and you do you bro dont let others tell you diff, just know not everyone sees everything the same way
Idk anything about poetry or rap, but I know a little bit about personal issues.. And you, sir, might wanna seek counsel from a professional therapist. let him/her build you back up.
I know about therapy, it helps. Having an artistic hobby is the best way to vent imo though. I drum a lot more when I'm mad or upset, or when I'm happy. I drum a lot, and this went from serious to random fast.
In the beginning this game was about war Big guys were winning Little guys ass was sore As the game developed And new features came to light Some have adjusted Others find the game shite But for years I've been playing And I can't put down my phone Ravens For Life is the clan The clan I call my home