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16 years
16 years of life..
its more than what it seems... fake thugs,school an da girl of yo dreams.. tryna take it slow.... but the action keeps comin fast...... spendin every minute of the day like its ur last... peer pressure with gangs,smokin an sex.... so many different things,what can be next.... typin on da keyboard lettin out your inner mind.... no ones there 2 listen,its like ur def an blind... listenin 2 niggas talk about war and violence.... until there in uh war an put 2 silence.... fast cars, fast girls and uh group of fake thugs...... they scatter from place 2 place like uh bunch of roach bugs.. killin niggas with uh complex vocab... till they end up in uh lyrical body bag... every body in da nation wana be down... loadin up clips an sellin pounds... ppl from riches families think they hood... but dont experience the feelings i wish they could... livin in da hood is full of violence an tears..... but the pain goes on for 16 years |
that shit was hot
yo that shit was deep and true some thing niggaz our age don't really talk about but they feel it cuz a lot of niggaz talk about war but hate the aftermath cuz a lot of niggaz holding heat and waiting for shit to pop off thats why niggaz should not say they want war less they really mean it but anyway that song was hot all it needs is a hot beat
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Im not ghetto...and therefore, I couldn't honestly relate -- but just bcaus you cant relate it doesnt mean its bad....I thought it was nice...had a very upbeat rhyme scheme too...nicely written...props...
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word - realness spoken right there. You obviously need to elevate in detail and some syllable count, but like most cats in poetry section - spit real from the heart. Thats where art begins playa. 1
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