Inspiration
 

With so many people against you its ok to lay down
I’ve never seen so many people ply with a straight frown
Fame clouds judgment about as much as choices take down
Right from wrong, scripts already written ill carry on the fight for now
But I can’t keep on I’m slightly down
Put up enough to realize that life is just a bunch of minutes combined to adjust
Day light savings equals running from darkness
Turning your clocks back where’s the fun in one harness
Holding onto you when we don’t need safety strings
Cut from the tip top of hip hop held close to me
Considered nerd rap my position is hopeless, we
Continue the struggle against burglary and smoking weed
Stress relieved in steps, don’t get me wrong
Everyone needs some help or less, settle for best
Perfecting my style so I’ll never be the rest
I wont be similar to any artists your headphones indigest
I work my hardest to deaden those threats
That hip-hop died, when we’ve got enough floating underground

To be legally considered alive…

Until Seven years pass we’ll increasingly redivide
And bridge the gap between what’s reality and lies
Somewhere between being fucked over, losing my pops
Confused as I stopped, continually used when I’m not
Coherent enough to understand my situation
Standing over no relations, between cultures divided with same faces
And standing ovations if you certain person if not, no invitation
Cause 80% of these rappers fail to give me the inspiration
I need to continue you fight and ignighting my misplacement
In this rap game, tired of being treated like I’m not supposed to
I’ve moved on more times than you can count on all toes
Fused together with all fingers, lingering after effects
Singers are matching with rappers lyrically…tragic shit
Fuck anybody that supports a person cause they beats is hot
Fuck anybody that supports a dude cause his peoples shot
I mean rewarding bad behavior, or claiming one man a savior
Sad at his situation, when he chose his own bitter flavor
Pop off at the mouth get popped in the mouth over nothing but fakers
And people that have to hold a gun cause they have nothing left
Fucking sniffin coke, sniff a bullet, a happy ending is just
A mile away, or should I say nine millimeters from place
You always wanted to spit bullets, prove your own case

RELATE?

Hell nah, dog I’ve got family problems, not streets or guns
I’ve never had to shoot someone cause he had to be so dumb
And seep out of the mentality that it’s live just to live
Instead of living to get ahead, when all you passing is kids
And they everlasting in this place, forced to grow up
Is that we really want our kids to think of us?
I plan on having children in the distant future
In an instant, sooner than later a figment of you-er(Your)
Imagination, everything dreamt up to deliver a message
Always wanting to escape this “life” it’s like
Why don’t you stop the fight and live your suggestions

good work
 

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thanx...atleast SOMEONE on dis board realizes talent when they c it