I was bored, so i just threw on an instrumental and started writing.. it was pretty much a keystyle, so i know it aint great. But i havent been up on here lately so i just decided to post it regardless if its wack or not
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Last night I played Russian roulette with death//
Squeezed the trigga for the 3rd time thinking of my last breath//
Lil did I know it was not my time//
God had sent a miracle down from heaven, and blessed my nine//
I was sick n tired of the world, thinking theres nothing left//
A place full of scandalous girls, and countless threats//
A society built on cheating and adulterous sex//
Whats the point of living a life that gets no respect//
Pushin dope on the corner, never earned me no lex//
So fuck these rappers talking about G’z from coke//
All I got is a bad habit and nose bleeds from coke//
Agitated muhfucker, who needed more than just tree’s to smoke//
Chasing my last high, getting nowhere in life//
Makin’ another dollar, as another husband cheats on his wife//
Slanging these hoes to perverts, and rich white men//
Having nightmares of beating myself if I was ever stuck in the pen//
Still a smart lil hustla, who’d jack anything in sight//
Stacked much dollars, mostly spent on Columbian white//
Stuck in the dungeon of my criminal mind//
Loked for an exit but it was too hard to find//
So I stuck the gat to my head, hoping, god please gimme a sign//
...sorry didnt have the brain power to come up with a proper title for the peice
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Last night I played Russian roulette with death//
Squeezed the trigga for the 3rd time thinking of my last breath//
Lil did I know it was not my time//
God had sent a miracle down from heaven, and blessed my nine//
I was sick n tired of the world, thinking theres nothing left//
A place full of scandalous girls, and countless threats//
A society built on cheating and adulterous sex//
Whats the point of living a life that gets no respect//
Pushin dope on the corner, never earned me no lex//
So fuck these rappers talking about G’z from coke//
All I got is a bad habit and nose bleeds from coke//
Agitated muhfucker, who needed more than just tree’s to smoke//
Chasing my last high, getting nowhere in life//
Makin’ another dollar, as another husband cheats on his wife//
Slanging these hoes to perverts, and rich white men//
Having nightmares of beating myself if I was ever stuck in the pen//
Still a smart lil hustla, who’d jack anything in sight//
Stacked much dollars, mostly spent on Columbian white//
Stuck in the dungeon of my criminal mind//
Loked for an exit but it was too hard to find//
So I stuck the gat to my head, hoping, god please gimme a sign//
...sorry didnt have the brain power to come up with a proper title for the peice