#1rapper
12-25-05, 05:25 PM
Who else has the memerizing mind that finds time to rhyme
Behind the shine that blinds the pine of grinding guys
Few do so few move, they stay stuck-way ****ed- earning a day's buck
Always was skeptical of going professional and being a spectacle
But on chritsmas day when ur kids at play with cheap gifts a weakness
that makes ya knees split, comes floaring,
kids asking and harrasin why they aint get more shyt,
what u couldnt afford it, had to pay the morgage, u made us poor kids
And then it dawns that your dream is gone
Your a middle age man with litte kids and you work for a bum pay
Somedays you would sit back and split raps and chit chat with kids that
Thought u would clip gats is they spit back, now u admit that
Your life was a waste, another trifling case, it hits u right in ur face
the truth hurts, ur youth burts into huge spurts that are gone forever
U belong wherever, U hope that u not juz another old dad who qoutes kats
But u honestly know ur strong with the flow and u got dope raps
So u take out that notepad, scribble shyt, the single hits, u bring the shyt
U reflect on the verse, It protected ur turf, ur rep is the worst
But nobody can deny your verse is sick, so sick it hurt to spit
You alert your kids, tell em things will get better and never will u ever
Let this happen again, no need to act and pretend, its back to the den
Ur life straight cuz of rap and a pen
Behind the shine that blinds the pine of grinding guys
Few do so few move, they stay stuck-way ****ed- earning a day's buck
Always was skeptical of going professional and being a spectacle
But on chritsmas day when ur kids at play with cheap gifts a weakness
that makes ya knees split, comes floaring,
kids asking and harrasin why they aint get more shyt,
what u couldnt afford it, had to pay the morgage, u made us poor kids
And then it dawns that your dream is gone
Your a middle age man with litte kids and you work for a bum pay
Somedays you would sit back and split raps and chit chat with kids that
Thought u would clip gats is they spit back, now u admit that
Your life was a waste, another trifling case, it hits u right in ur face
the truth hurts, ur youth burts into huge spurts that are gone forever
U belong wherever, U hope that u not juz another old dad who qoutes kats
But u honestly know ur strong with the flow and u got dope raps
So u take out that notepad, scribble shyt, the single hits, u bring the shyt
U reflect on the verse, It protected ur turf, ur rep is the worst
But nobody can deny your verse is sick, so sick it hurt to spit
You alert your kids, tell em things will get better and never will u ever
Let this happen again, no need to act and pretend, its back to the den
Ur life straight cuz of rap and a pen