Just a lil' somethin'...
Tell me if you feel where a shattered soul is comin' from
Got so much on my mind & chest, I can write until my hands go numb
I've been thru so much shit in my life, I don't stop cryin'
On tha real, I wanna murder my past fathers for replyin'-
-That I ain't shit. "These rhymes you right are sorry as fuck"
As I'm writin' this shit from the dome, I feel my heads about 2 bust
Look at my life. No. Look at the lives of us poets
We write these stressin' thoughts down in order 2 stay focused
Some smoke weed 2 ease, some like 2 party all night
I like 2 play my mellow music whenever I write
Fuck a order, fuck tha length. Fuck these curse words that u see
I gotta get this pressure of my tramatized soul 2 feel free
I write 2 maintain and 2 eliminate this pain
I'm sure tha rest of ya'll feel similar or just tha same
Cuz I go thru my drama, tryin my best in my endeavors
We should write books about our lives, inspiring others 2 do better
Will they listen 2 us though. I've been made fun of befo
Just because I'm so emotion, they always called me a hoe
Shit don't fade me. I'm angry cuz nobody see tha intentions
Hold tha beat. Spoken poetry can cool the nations tension
In addition, I'm wishin' tha livin' were more gentle
This shit that I write is like my life's instrumental
I ride to it. Drop a significant vibe 2 it
Spit some truth into the youth. Theres no disguish 2 it
It's me, ITS ME. Makin' sure these fools know it
What goes on in the mind of a mothafuckin' poet.
Way 2 Much. Its damn near 3:30am and I'm up gettin' this shit off my chest. Hope ya'll can feel me so my lost of sleep won't be in vain. Stay True 4 All My Poets and good people in general
Peace...
Tell me if you feel where a shattered soul is comin' from
Got so much on my mind & chest, I can write until my hands go numb
I've been thru so much shit in my life, I don't stop cryin'
On tha real, I wanna murder my past fathers for replyin'-
-That I ain't shit. "These rhymes you right are sorry as fuck"
As I'm writin' this shit from the dome, I feel my heads about 2 bust
Look at my life. No. Look at the lives of us poets
We write these stressin' thoughts down in order 2 stay focused
Some smoke weed 2 ease, some like 2 party all night
I like 2 play my mellow music whenever I write
Fuck a order, fuck tha length. Fuck these curse words that u see
I gotta get this pressure of my tramatized soul 2 feel free
I write 2 maintain and 2 eliminate this pain
I'm sure tha rest of ya'll feel similar or just tha same
Cuz I go thru my drama, tryin my best in my endeavors
We should write books about our lives, inspiring others 2 do better
Will they listen 2 us though. I've been made fun of befo
Just because I'm so emotion, they always called me a hoe
Shit don't fade me. I'm angry cuz nobody see tha intentions
Hold tha beat. Spoken poetry can cool the nations tension
In addition, I'm wishin' tha livin' were more gentle
This shit that I write is like my life's instrumental
I ride to it. Drop a significant vibe 2 it
Spit some truth into the youth. Theres no disguish 2 it
It's me, ITS ME. Makin' sure these fools know it
What goes on in the mind of a mothafuckin' poet.
Way 2 Much. Its damn near 3:30am and I'm up gettin' this shit off my chest. Hope ya'll can feel me so my lost of sleep won't be in vain. Stay True 4 All My Poets and good people in general
Peace...