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Sheer Boredome...
I'm bored as fuck, I feel like I'm waistin my time,
Maybe I'll commit a crime, to lazy so I write a rhyme/ Left myself speachless like a mime or blown up like minez In tha distance a bitch wines, Beat by man wit no spine/ Hes jus slime, an putrid bullshit thats ruinin this earth, For what its worth, I wish I woulda stayed flatlined on my date of birth, But gotta leave my past behind/ I'm sick of reppin only not havin any reputation, An I'm tired of my own ignorance placen situations/ That are complicatons that get myself hatin/ Waitin for tha storm cause the eye is calm/ But a hurricane is comin from tha center of my palm/ An tha futures read to me but tha teller speak islam/ So I translate, an reawake in a cold sweat again/ Another nightmare but somehow I was listenin/ I'm in too deep but tha shits still thickening/ Headed for death even in my dreams it seems, I walk around depressed, Co-workers say I'm mean/ I need a breakthrough like 3 inch cracks in floors/ But instead I choose to grab a pen an write some more// Cause no matter the outcome of dreams, I'm still bored//// One... |
I liked this BS.
In tha distance a bitch wines, Beat by man wit no spine/ Hes jus slime, an putrid bullshit thats ruinin this earth, For what its worth, I wish I woulda stayed flatlined on my date of birth, But gotta leave my past behind/ I'm sick of reppin only not havin any reputation, I like the social commentary and self-depreciation. Too used to middle schoolers talk about how bad-ass they are, and the gats they read about. You're good with flow, as usual. |
this was coo,simple rhyme scheme to it..so it was so-so..keep elivatin..
~beenghost~ |
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