dont laugh at what i write below. im making it up on the spot


-=^!Strait Shootin!^=-

we've all heard all of this intriguing and degrading shit before.
the kinda wack spit that makes ya wana doze off and snore.
I aint a real gangsta i dont even own a crackpipe or got a gun.
but shit , dont judge me ,or me and my boys will have some fun.
jump ya from behind and slice you from throat to your spleen.
do this shit so pro that you'll think its strategically routine.
All of these dilussional emotions they run throughout my head.
i just wish i could lie in my grave silent, still , and dead.
i know im not going anywhere in this game called rap.
i feel out of place like a iraqi tourist without a map.
i rush into the crevase of life shooting up the place.
hitting blacks, azns, whites , people of almost every race.
life can be so distraught and awkard at times.
i try to let loose all my fury and rage in my rhymes.
i sit here trying to write as im ignoring my methodical mind.
but it seems to me that all my thoughts are in-twined.
you can rap but im the only one you can outwit.
cuz im worthless ..and for life i've never been fit.
so i pull out my glock, my gat, and my knife.
let loose with all and feel my own pain, anger, and strife.




i know that was really gay , but i'd like some feedback please. thanks - peace . - Blaze