troubles
 

i dont want pity but to people im a useless kid
to my dad i alwayz fail so he beatz me in
never been an athlete, never good a sports
never sported a medal or sum fucking nike shortz
in skool i alwayz fail, they i say im dumb frum doin drugz
parentz tell me im fucked up from hangin round with thugz
in crowdz im silent, but inside im violent
need to release the agression of a kid whoz not stylish
alwayz been ghetto,never rich alwayz poor
ditchen math classes to rob local sotres
in my life i've alwayz fail and ive never been proud
so i puff puff pass till im zoned by the cloudz
drugz help me forget the problemz that i have
a drunken mother,barely anyfriendz, and an abusive dad
one day i split, had enuff of dat shit,grabbed a gat and a clip,skool was skipped
i robbed a drug dealer, crime is my only skill
so now i emcee so my dreamz can be fufilled
not poor, nice house, stop bein a criminal
but the voice in my head sendz me thoughtz that are subliminal
while i try to stop this criminal life, focus on music
the voices in my head tell me i will never use it
"u can never make it in the industry,dreamz dont come true
stick to crime, iss da only way to come through"
mayb one day the voices will stop
or i can leave this life once the glock is cocked

ditchen math classes to rob local stores*****

one day i split, had enuff of dat shit,grabbed a gat and a clip,skool was skipped
i robbed a drug dealer, crime is my only skill
i need to stop this thug life, befor im killed***
so now i emcee so my dreamz can be fufilled

my bad yall

i dont want any feed back, i just needed to get it out of my system

I just want to tell you what I felt when I read this~
You just reminded me once again, never to take a person by face value. My life has been vastly different to yours, and Im sure if we passed on the street it would be evident to both of us that we were from different worlds, and yet, under those superficial differences, once you put aside lifestyle, background, whatever ya wanna call it, there lies kindred spirits. We all just want happiness and peace inside ourselves... lets hope that it doesnt matter where our journey has already lead us, but that we all head toward the path of fulfillment. Nice Writing K.O. I felt ya, even though this life you write about is as foreign to me as cannibalism.

^^So are you calling him Russian?!

Anyway, indeed you did. You got it out well. *Takes off small hat of cynicism*. I feel the angst, the turmoil, the hardships you 'wrote'...i dig.

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