Ain't written anything new in months..so mad rusty..but anyways just something I typed up at work....
Everybody falls in love, I just never fell out, Fuck going up above, I'm down in hell now, And I ain't vacating this, it's where my love resides, If you hate to live then you must love to die.
Not the kind to love, but when will they understand? God laughs it up when man makes a plan, So cold and cut off till I saw the girl, Swore I was made of ice, she thawed my world, Left me defenseless, I swore I had a black out, When I came to my senses, she hadn't backed out, Retreated, run away or dissapeared, it was insane, She was real, not a dream and she asked me my name, I told her and she was like, "let's pick something short", i felt bad like"Hey, blame my folks, it's just not my fault" Hell I'd take any name for her, nothing was too much, She held my hand and you know I got a true rush, Like, girl, you rock my world, you blow my mind, She helped me know my lines and grow my rhyme.
Kept me going when the world told me to stop, But she told me it's not unholy to rock, Or rude to stand up for what you believe in, Now I understand, her very reason for breathing, Was, is and will be to keep me going, She's good long as these beats be flowing, And I'm riding them, but shit got messed up, I had other shit and I know that stressed her, We haven't been talking as often, I see it in her eyes, The condescension and scoffin', it's hurtin' my pride Like "How's your 9 to 5, I'm sure it seems right, You killed your mind to grind, all for the dream life, Sure you pay your rent, and you're financially stable, But I thought you said what you meant when you said you're starting a label" But I am! I just need some time, So what if I lose some flow and bleed some rhyme? She didn't reply, said she felt like the hook of an unfinished song, I was gonna ask her why but when i looked i saw the chick is gone.
Been trying to get in touch with her, can't believe the stress, Wonder if I even meant much to her but she's the best, The best to me, and the best I can possibly hope for, It's affected me, what you think all the rum and coke's for? I don' even like booze dude, but the reason I drink, Is so I let my life cruise through without needing to think, And all 'coz of this life I chose, part of my plan, Gave up the mic and flows but who gives a damn, If i plan to start my own shit in a couple of years, Who cares about all this, the hustle and tears, I ain't got my girl with me,so I gotta win her back, Look in my world, ain't a damn thing but rap, 'Coz that's the chick's name, who I'm in love with, I love it more than anyone's ever loved shit, You don't get it, that's just too bad, But I do and I rep it with my fuck you pad, My Screw You pen,my go to hell mic, Fuck five, I'ma be so dope they give me twelve mics, 2.4 times the max, which is one-tenth my age, So time to spin tales and to pen my rage, So let me do this, get the fuck off my mic, This is my music, this is the love of my life.
8/19/2009 5:36:11 AM
8/21/2009 4:05:24 PM
