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dedicated to my son...deep shit
dis is what i wrote in dat diary shit...but i added to it to make a flow...its no hook so i jus put to verses together...peep [tha deepest shit i eva wrote...to my son] my life, my pain..my struggle, my fame neva had it but still managed to grab through tha rain cant lie, im goin insane..GOD please help me mayne past demons i thought i got rid of is back again my son is ill wit tha flu..what am i suppose to do tha first time he been in tha hospital since he left his mommaz womb now im back hustlin tryin to match tha doctors bill dats comin up so soon cryin for my lil man..junior, daddy will be back soon but tha fiends aint out today..how can i make a way worried as hell..not for myself but for my son's sake the early mornin brake..open tha book to turn to an empty page my scars are all heavly bleedin as i take yall through dis escapade baby momz keep callin my cell bitchin..talkin bout how she wishin dat we had neva fucked in tha first place.."its outta anger" im guessin but if it aint..she sayin our baby is a mistake..gotta teach her a lesson shit..he a blessin..now im destine to have him live life witout stressin but im still feelin pain..locked out from my own brain cant catch rythemz wit tha same word..so i keep sayin tha same thang my fault is at a hang..my thoughts cant maintane tha distance my son is gettin is sicknin, know what im sayin? but sooner than later i'll see, my best friend back next to me and he'll be well wit his popz..but he can only get well wit a fee? why me?..why ryan?..why monique?..why us? we still teens wit a 8 month old dat have yet to even be inside toys-r-us and i trust what tha doc is sayin.."he'll be betta wit time" but i cant help but have heartache cuz people who had dis flu, ended up dyin so im cryin..like i already said..my life and fame are on hold, locked in shackles so i sit patiently to tackle..all my pain to hoist in a battle so come one, come all..see how i am wit da song words are flowin not knowin dat i was really ryhmin at all im dyin inside..decayin as tha days pass my son, my life, my heart..tears form as these last words become past |
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uppin yall..........
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cmon now...8 peeps, no feed...dis is fucked up...uppin...u know?
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yo I think this was really great...I'm not sure if it's ur deepest peace...honestly I dont read a lot of open mics but I liked this no doubt...The idea that ur son has the flu and u can't do anything but wait sounds bad...and then there's ur girl who says the baby was an accident but u say it's a "blessing"...I think it's an inspiring peace to those who are in the same position as you...on the contrary I can't relate,sorry, but I think it's real deep man...keep doing ur thing...~~1
y'all....uppiiinnnnn diiisss NOK... |
^^thanx alot fam...finally i can get some feed in here...i only say its my deepest piece cuz its my truest piece...uppin
yes...NOK got tha OM forum on lock down bitches |
yea, I really liked this shit. It was real deep. Good meaning to it. props man. good shit right hurr. keep droppin' pc out man
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^^^mos def...thanx...uppin
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uppin...............
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real nice piece, the flow was on point and i felt the emotion you put into it.....nice vocab too 9/10 keep doing it......
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^^thanx alot...mos def...uppin
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awwwwwwwwwww, look at dolla-bill bein all emotional and shit. fuck u and ya sick ass son u fuckin homo. u aint shit but a punk ass bitch. goddamn faggot of a nigga
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thanx alot homie...i got u...thanx
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oh...know u back talkin shit...where u been black?...suckin ya boyfriends dick...yeah, i know...and dont eva speak on my son again nigga...and its really no reason to battle on dis site *for everybody wonderin why im not*...because we live in tha same city...if u can rap so good...PM me wit a time and place...bitch still uppin my OM |
uppin...............
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