Still ventin'

Discussion in 'Open Mic' started by mr.redeyez, Nov 11, 2013.

  1. mr.redeyez

    mr.redeyez Active Member

    Mar 11, 2007
    Ain't no love for a black male
    That's how I feel.
    Eatin' sack lunches in a packed cell
    You can't blame it on the crack sales
    Check the facts well, life is hell, atleast where I dwell
    Rappin' is our sedative without it niggas'll kill they own relatives
    moms heart broken soft spoken,
    Like a little kid at chucky cheese with out tokens
    Some live, some die, gun smokin'
    We got some hypes with broken pipes sittin' in concords
    Misery, broken dreams and slum lords
    Follow the yellow brick road what I was told
    That's when I learned not to trust a soul
    From then on i'm livin' cold, my fate is sealed
    there's 1000 ways to die a million ways to kill
    I can't find words to express the way I feel
    So I kept it basic g code it if you basic
    Basically take my words and embrace it
    Picture people in panic my city like jason versus freddy
    My mom was an angel that fell for my dope fiend daddy
    Graffiti still paint the walls in my town blood stains do
    This madness a drain you hope this book of life gets better by page two.
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  2. BarsOfNarcomaDreams

    BarsOfNarcomaDreams Member

    Nov 8, 2013
    Good structure, you're a talented writer. Alliteration always peaks my interest.
  3. MrWil

    MrWil New Member

    Dec 7, 2013
    Man its been a minute since I took the time to read lyrics...and that my dude was nice. I could feel the pain in the words seriously. You had me hooked and I was able to picture everything going on. You've got mad skill so keep posting and I'll keep reading.

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