my life
 

lips dark and eyes glazed red looking at the road ahead am i deasten for jail or my death bed, loosing things iv never found like a slave im always bound niggas question why im always token cause thats the only way my bonds get broken, been stripped of everything but my pride stop tellin me what i hide dont question what feel inside cause itys fake out here but real inside i cant believe i cried when my cousin died its bad cause he was shot infront of my eyes so much pain so many tears its like rain is caused by tears im just a grown boy with nothen to loose get in troule cause i have nothin to do why u question me if im not fucken with u this is the story of my life not just a phase dont tell me its a stage im to fool of rage i might pull out that gage and war might get waged i use to be a nice guy niggas tried to pull my soul out side i told them nice try and now u bitches gotta die its sad u drove me to far u drove me stone hard beware cause im pullen your card sence your ass had to make my life so hard

okay this shit was okay so i am gonna poll it as what i said its alright the vocab was okay and so was the flow so yeah there u go

I FEEL IT! CUZ ITS REAL ISSUES, REAL LIFE, AND ANYTHING THAT HAS TRUE REALNESS IN IT IS ABOVE ANY METAPHORE (EVEN THOUGH I LOVE TO SPIT METAPHORES MYSELF)

no polls in threads, man.
read the rules, I'm getting sick of closing threads o.o

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