Mic Night

The rhyme never came swiftly to me
Just another 8mile night in this damn city
I always dropped to the hardest degree
Flowed like HIV in Africans blood, see
This was me, my job, if you ever heard me plea
So I could pay my rent, never let these tears bleed

The club is bouncing, kids getting knocked out
2nd round, only 1 bout, what is this shit about
Teens faking their age to get in and get wrecked
Cause the owner doesn’t get affected, nah he collects
Mistakes he don’t correct, I mean what do you expect
Not once, never has this guy connected, and gained respect
He’s an official hustler, and I wanted to call him down
That was my crown, I wanted to be known all around

It was time to engage, within these people, caged
Beat starts, Dj knew how to do, he was well aged
The count in, and he began to spit, how much he made
And how I can barely get by, working on minimum wage
He stutters and stops, looks in my eyes and sees my rage
On no matter how hard he spit, I’d still be on the next page
Times up, he choked this was the shit, I made him a bitch
Flipped switch, it me and me on this track, from rags to rich
My time to shine, pulling out magic, Mage was new nick
And I began to tear, and to rip, so intense, he bit his lip
Fully equipped, and I exposed this bitch, for all that he did

And now I sit here, speaking in the damn past tense
See, I destroyed his spirit, and his will to go on, hence
He came and shattered my dreams and not to leave in suspense
But would’ve came in me, was left at the scene of this
He was a true G and he shot me down, and I died in these streets
And if you knew me, that was my job, if you ever heard me plea…
So I could live another day, and never let these tears bleed…..