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2 my son...4real
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 |
uppity...uppin..........
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can i get some feedback?
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i'll give u feed.
suck a dick u flyin bitch fuck ya duckin ass and FUCK YO SON |
^^black u need to take a fuck'n chill pill til i merk you into next season.. other wise that shit was ill man really feel'n it it was a tyte drop
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yea real deep blood...it reminds my gurl of that Game song with him talkin about his baby gettin born, my gurl likes this site too but she doesnt post, she showed me this...but yea blood like i said its koo, handle ur shit
B's UP |
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stop nigga, damn |
and good lookin to everybody else and yall feedback...mos def appreciated yall...good lookin
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return tha fava on mine bro
link in sig holler<---W/S werd |
iight my nigga...uppin dis
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upppin...
-D.Bagz |
very creative man i liked the story you told and the eomtion you had it gave a dephin to your drop it made me feel as i could see the picture of what ur trying to tell people it was so dope and the imagery was tight, good stucture great flow i was feeling it like a cows fat ass hangin out for everyone to see:thumbup: i know you like that shit doe bagz hahaha
ight yo RTF on my OM "Once Upon A Time" -Parallel peace |
As everyone will notice right away, the strongest aspect of this piece is the emotion for sure. So raw and pure how you spit this, making us feel the pain and struggle you going through. I can't really relate to this myself because I haven't been in a similar situation before but you are showing us how hard it is. Found good balance with your vocab, imagery was good and structure was nice as well with the different paragraphs. Props to you for this wonderful piece and hang in there...Loved reading this!
DQ |
thanx yall
and i think DQ has a thing for DB...*packs up and moves down south*...j/k, unless its true uppin -DB |
can i get some more feed?...maybe even a nomination?...lmao
-DB |
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