WHaddup yall this is a story track I wrote for the rstl's, figured I'd post it here too an see what yall think. Leave some good feed plz, good looks...1


Song Title: The Jigsaw

Link to Song:

http://www.soundclick.com/triplen

Lyrics to song:

Verse 1:

The behind is sore from hardwood chair
On defendant side where the juror's cold stares
Tearin' a hole in left side of my face
Ankles & wrists itch, cuffs cause'em to chaff
Look at the court appointed an feelin' disappointed
He sweatin' & shakin lookin' like he aint gonna make it
An I'm facin life...
Nervous prick got the nerve to turn and utter the words its alright
Then I turn to my right, who do I see?
Come to the stand that Bitch! Jennifer reason I be
Shackled & chained bout to be caged like zoo animals
Cuz two adults got down like two animals
No different from anybody else but I'm black
She's white, this is alabamanian life
An somebody told that she be sleepin' wit negros
Now a rapist, 20 yrs old with life gone

Hook:

Yo, Life's a Jigsaw an you missin' a piece
Sometimes ya gotta improvise in midst of the heat's
Benign commonplace that ya see every week
Or cease!......to walk the streets
Hook repeats

Verse 2:

She gave her testimony was hard injestin the phony
Caucasian jury of peers easily injestin' it plenty
No gaggin jus gettin' maddened at the nigga in orange
Don't matter got no priors & honor student in college
Or momma jus be watchin' a prosecuter demolish
Integrity & steadily realizin' he's a goner
"No!" Then look at honor lookin' jury starrin' at a nigga
with eyes of guys of likes of Jeffrey Dahmer
Everybody know the verdict they jus drawin' it out
They get to deliberatin' an sortin' it out
Wheter life or death for ringin' a nigga out
Framin the life juice in prosecuter's house
Then the jurors come out, I start to sweat
An feelin regret that ever messed wit white bitch
But if this it! in a chair I'm a melt
I can't help, but sitback an think to self

Hook

Verse 3:

I look Down & see a paperclip on the floor
I pick it up quick! then I start to pick
At cuffs, then the right hand is free
Spree from chair an tackle the guard left of me
Put paperclip in his eye then I released
Gun from the holster, before they could scream
They Freeze! too petrofied to flee
So, I close eyes an blindly start to squeeze
Til AK make sound of chambers empty
I could walk out of here an be scott free
But then something terrible! occured to me
Mom was here, during the murder spree
So, I go to third row an what do I see
Mom holding her throat, blood gushin' a stream
Down her shirt, she choked when tried to speak
Then made a funny sound an died in front of me
I stand up, in the abiss of bodies
Hear cops approachin' outside in the lobby
Moms dying killed the will inside me
Drew the GAT!, an ran out in the lobby!


Links to feed left:

http://community.rapverse.com/showt...250#post2794250
http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=231652
http://community.rapverse.com/showt...257#post2794257

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