OK THIS IS AN ABSTRACT PIECE SO DONT EXPECT EVERYTHING TO RHYME


The cellar feels musty after living here for so long
The piled up waste products of the lives here the smell remains strong
Belonging to nothing or nobody I live the life of a merchant
Selling what I find to tourists who see me as a peasant
But they only too willing to spend the dollars to give their family a present
Lived this way since I was living in this world little under a decade
My father killed for cheating a man at a market stall
Karma said he would die before our family would fall
My mother tore what she could from his remaining possessions
Owning little more than some boot polish and a mind full of obsessions
My mother was to fall from the path of prostitution
Her body was sold to the highest bidder like sheep at a market
The low lives of Bangkok took what was left of her life and then parted
My mother had taken enough beatings
She had faced this world alone for too many years
Police found my mother hanging swinging after 8 days alone
No families wanted a kid tainted by horrors for me there was no home
At an early age I grew up to see the city for what it really is
The businessmen blissfully unaware of the tragedy of our lives
Where all night we hide so we are not attacked by perverts with knives
But we cannot survive purely on scrap
I never use violence but I gotta steal from those who don’t lack
Child prostitution always presents itself for foreign contracts
Gangsters hunt day and night for those willing to such an adults nut sack
Anyway this time I would face up to make one big deal
One supply of smack
One trip through high security and I could eat a proper meal
I could eat and have enough money to last for years
I’m not stupid I can do maths I’ll get a job and I’ll never fear
So late at night I crawl beneath the reeds behind fascist pigs
I creep down the road towards House number 3 4 4 7
“you got the shit?” I hand it to him “oh there’s something I forgot to mention”
Surprised I’m like “what?” “GET DOWN NOW PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE FLOOR”
I turn round a pig shoots me in the chest
I can’t think what’s happened as I’m gasping for breath
But this was not how karma said to me it would end
I would die by not my own wrong doing but via my friends
Maybe that’s why I shouldn’t have trusted anyone
I play this game once and look what’s happened
The last sounds I can hear are those above me laughing
I look down with my last vision
There’s a hole by my heart and a bullet incision
Maybe this is what is to become of people like me
We live as the puppy dogs for people’s needs
So they can put us down when they please!
Well this next life I shall be reborn a prince
Gold will colour my life and my life will not know this


Aight hit me up. dont sleep

uppin

UPPIN THIS

wat the fuck that aint a reply

LOL I THOUGHT THIS WAS EXTREMELY CREATIVE AND WELL THOUGHT I RENJOYED YTHE READ VERY MUCH I CANT HOPE BUT THINK I RECONIZE THS STYLE FROM ANOTHER WEBSITE

nah this defo aint bitten off no-one. i got influenced by a japanese hip hop group called tha blue herb who did a song called street life but its in japanese so i couldnt have bit it anyway thanx for ya proper reply aight peace

NO NOT BITTING PA I MEAN I THINK I HAVE COLLABED WITH YOU ONCE BEFORE UNDER MY OTHER NAMES LACK OF LOGIK OR MAKENG KNOW CENTZ

Yo I like the storytelling ovah here... was summed up pretty well, had a good intro, body and end... it flowed straight... wasn't all that... could have been better... the rhymes and wordplay was cool... this piece was pretty good man...

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aight thanx both of yas nah worldplay i aint done any collabs in ages prefer workin on my own thing ya kno wat i mean

This was a good verse but is a lot similar to many other verses in the way of shoot out with cops but I enjoyed this read. It had some nice lines incorporated in it to keep me reading. Keep posting

pz

i read this before man, some killer imagery and a good idea for a song, up the multis a little and you got illness.

keep posting.

returnin tha favor

Nice story-tellin in there,had good imagery and all dat.Fell off @ sum points but otha than dat u wuz on-key.Stay ^
-Avi

Shoot out wit the cops?? Its bout a homeless kid in bangkok who ONE time does a drug deal to get out of poverty but gets set-up by the people who made the deal wit him. Anyway thanx for ya words and replyin uppin

i liked this shit here frob,just the style i like,abstract as fuck.i love that shit...i know what you meaning with the topic,i spnet a while in in that part of the world and saw what it was like,aint nice...you put that into the verse real nice like...
look down with my last vision//
There’s a hole by my heart and a bullet incision//


i can just hear you saying that its a nice couple of bars foreal.
bismillah

aight thanks for replyin. I cant say ive ever been to Bangkok but Ive read and seen alot about it and I took alot of influence from a japanese hip hop song called street life from tha blue herb. anyway uppin