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Ok, the topic we're using is "Fear"

cheyah

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FEAR

He was bastard made. No parents, no home; a basket case
Alone, his only refuge was the church and what the Pastor say
He loved Pastor Ray; would pray to the lord to help him pass the day
He was on the streets broke; assets gained only in his guitar case
Wanted coke, scrambled his change so he could feel like Scar Face
Thinking that blow is bananas, but he wasn’t no Tony Montana
Always holding the hammer, cuz shit happens in lil Havana
Ray tried to show him the way, help him sniff less today
But he had dreams of cars like the Escalade; thinking "Let's get paid."
Became an escapade cuz it would escalate: Coke became crack now
He stayed high then came crashing back down
And fuck facing his problems he’d rather back down
Cuz he feared help, so he left himself scared
Knowing he can only get hurt if he lets himself care
He was a bum, shunned Ray’s invitation to adopt him
Feared the life that was not him. Fuck everyone as long as he got his
So he would rob kids, ski mask style; old school like Rakim
The cops wanted to lock him up, homie had some rotten luck
Feared the police cuz he didn’t want to rot in cuffs
Life progressed to distress, theft, and crystal-meth
To many drugs was the reason why his girl Krystal left
She tried to stop the pain & habits; he smoked ‘til his brain was mashed in
Never gave compassion, only wanted her pussy caved and bashed in
He feared her love, feared commitment, never would have kids
Now he would take a seat, shoot heroine ‘til his arms became bad limbs
Drugs made him weak, smoked 'til he faced defeat: an overdose.
Hoped to be close to God but was embraced by Satan
He feared those who tried great to save him. His life is what fate has taken
Aint it ironic, how he lived his whole life fearing everyone else
When the only person he ever had to fear was himself?

30 lines, you can go a lil over a lil under if you want... g/l broski

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