Courtdog
11-01-05, 05:53 PM
I didnt really commit a crime..
But I better be ready to commit to time
Changed my cloth
Put on a long sleeve shirt cuz the cells cold
The last rhyme I write for a while
Maybe I'll stop reacting like a child
Maybe one day I'll get to smile
Remove all this misery
I seen em' thru my window
These niqqaz bout to get me
"He hit me" said my kinfolk
Or maybe it was said I was out of my head
Predicting I waz dead cuz I'm over the edge
Assuming thee alledged said..
The one I was to wed
Instead, the fedz bout to grab me and snatch me
Take me back to the factory
I dont care for my life so get back to me
What ever happens to me.. Happily I'll accept
I'm hope'n its death
Cuz life is an unfair fight w/out refs
Too many reps & no rep?
No more pep in my step
Never got respect so I opt to expect
Negative intellect to intersect & interject
Intertwining & dining & finding I'm whining
Losing my mind doesnt come w/timing
My knucles hurt from bashing the pavement
Putting rhymes together before my enslavement
If I get a dept to society, then this here is my first payment
I cant take it
Losing seeds to sleeze
Makes me wanna leave this earth
I wanna bleed & hurt
I see the 'less' in my worth..
So when I'm left in a hearse, peace will finally come & i'll greet her
If I make it to heaven i'll say hello to Grace & Mumita
But I'm goin to hell, theres no good left in me
I just wanted to do good by kimmy
WHATS TAKING THESE FEDZ SOHH LONG?
I could go into another song, I'm ready to go
I'm ready to stop
The cops came thru to put me on lock
I'm shocked s#it hasnt yet begun to pop
Like the Nas & Jigga concert, we all watch
Court, nobodies watchin'
Your long forgotten
Once these boyz stop plot'n you'll be in that cell rottin..
If I make it to Sunday I think I'll go to church!
Well I didnt go
S#its gettin low
I'm so pitiful & miserable
I get talked to sidewayz for so long, no more
To find my body look for the odor
Cuz staying alive is such torture
Follow the vultures, follow the coyote
My soulmate is a stogie
To anyone that knows me
THIS IS THE END OF COURT-D-O.G.
They bout to tote me for some old beef
Thats still present..
That still resonates
Learn from the mistakes that I demonstrate
Or the fedz will be right outside your door ready for another take
But I better be ready to commit to time
Changed my cloth
Put on a long sleeve shirt cuz the cells cold
The last rhyme I write for a while
Maybe I'll stop reacting like a child
Maybe one day I'll get to smile
Remove all this misery
I seen em' thru my window
These niqqaz bout to get me
"He hit me" said my kinfolk
Or maybe it was said I was out of my head
Predicting I waz dead cuz I'm over the edge
Assuming thee alledged said..
The one I was to wed
Instead, the fedz bout to grab me and snatch me
Take me back to the factory
I dont care for my life so get back to me
What ever happens to me.. Happily I'll accept
I'm hope'n its death
Cuz life is an unfair fight w/out refs
Too many reps & no rep?
No more pep in my step
Never got respect so I opt to expect
Negative intellect to intersect & interject
Intertwining & dining & finding I'm whining
Losing my mind doesnt come w/timing
My knucles hurt from bashing the pavement
Putting rhymes together before my enslavement
If I get a dept to society, then this here is my first payment
I cant take it
Losing seeds to sleeze
Makes me wanna leave this earth
I wanna bleed & hurt
I see the 'less' in my worth..
So when I'm left in a hearse, peace will finally come & i'll greet her
If I make it to heaven i'll say hello to Grace & Mumita
But I'm goin to hell, theres no good left in me
I just wanted to do good by kimmy
WHATS TAKING THESE FEDZ SOHH LONG?
I could go into another song, I'm ready to go
I'm ready to stop
The cops came thru to put me on lock
I'm shocked s#it hasnt yet begun to pop
Like the Nas & Jigga concert, we all watch
Court, nobodies watchin'
Your long forgotten
Once these boyz stop plot'n you'll be in that cell rottin..
If I make it to Sunday I think I'll go to church!
Well I didnt go
S#its gettin low
I'm so pitiful & miserable
I get talked to sidewayz for so long, no more
To find my body look for the odor
Cuz staying alive is such torture
Follow the vultures, follow the coyote
My soulmate is a stogie
To anyone that knows me
THIS IS THE END OF COURT-D-O.G.
They bout to tote me for some old beef
Thats still present..
That still resonates
Learn from the mistakes that I demonstrate
Or the fedz will be right outside your door ready for another take