just my words of wisdom
another day on these streets, gotta sell these bricks
gotta stay to take one last breath but the airs too thick i scream louder than i ever could on a mic but made no progress, like a guy with a dyke people now adays dont hear what you say they stay to themselves, but end up like tim mcveigh we all end up dead, no matter what you say we all have bills to pay till our dying day only way to get by is to do shit under the table the government knows us like a fable but were down in the hood strippin cars an sellin weed we try to get rich by scribblin rymes in the mead but just like life no one hears our voice to them we sound like mice, but to survive is my choice to me if your still rhymin ur still breathin but when you quit, you might as well be heavin and coughin up blood with a gunshot wound to the chest but ill never be great, cuz ill always be second best |
i think this is my best rhyme yet so tell me how it is, i can always improve if you tell me how
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can i get some input on this itd be much appreciated
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that a coo song
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hey can anyone else help me out on this one?
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hey ive got 1 reply on this shit and i myself am feelin it, and usually hate my own shit
tell me how it is |
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