Drop Of Genius
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This is my life (really dope peice)
IP:
Yo I'm a just try and keystyle somethin bout my life. All feedback is appreciated.
The day was 2nd June 1987/
I was born into a hell when it should of been heaven/
Up to the age of five I was a happy child....now it seems my heart has been severed/
From that age on it's been nothin but stormy weather....that's why when I rap I don't intend to say shit mild/
It all started when my parents were arguein....none of 'em realised I was standin at the top of the stairs all the while/
I still have nightmares bout that day....it was so fuckin wild/
Dad I saw you storm out the door and you never came back....you say you love me but how do I know your not in denial/
That vision effected me....what else d'ya think makes me punch the bathroom tiles and wanna tear up my moms work files/
Just to make things worse....you were'nt there when I found out my school teacher was a peodophile/ (incase he touched me)
The only time you've been there for me is when my hero, uncle Harry died/
You asked me if I was Ok, I said yeah fine....but you knew I lied/
I can't get over your death Harry....even tho I've tried/
It was July 14th 2002, the pearly gate's opened up for you/
I can picture it now....you strollin right through/
Save me a place with you and the lord coz one day I'll be joinin you/
I remember me and you up late watchin the sport/
I loved your house dawg....it was my castle, my fort/
Every week I'd munch on the snacks you had bought, drink your cups of tea and know you'll always watch over me/
Nothins changed....your still a part of me and visions of the good times we had is what I see/
I know you'll be proud no matter what I turn out to be/
Since your death so much shit has happened to me/
I've lost friends, battled depression, suffered an ankle injury and had picket signs held up at me/
Dawg who woulda thought my school would protest against me over somethin I said/
That shit was hard....every night I lay awake in my bed/
Damn....durin that time I just wanted to be dead/
But look at me now....slowly I'm growin stronger/
I cant wait to see you again coz they say absence makes the heart grow fonder/.
Harry Whitfield (R.I.P)
This is for you dawg.....I miss you
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HARRY R.I.P
1940 - 2002
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