Here's some shit about suicide and ghettho life. Check this:

When I die I wonder what'll happen to me
Will I fly straight up to heaven or like someone pretendin' to be
Go straight to hell, I'll never tell of my sorrow
Sittin' there wonderin' will I be alive tomorrow
My insides are all tied, I never cried
Or gave up my pride, never shot a nigga up just for the fuckin' East Side
As I sat and watched, a family died in front of my eyes
Nothin' but lies, and destroyed lives
Cut through a mans life like a hot hot knives
I'm tyin' to survive, keep my head up
I'm sick of drivebys and blowin' nigga houses sup'
I gotta escape my opwn body and go to a better place
No more meaningless sex and panties covered in lace
I hold a pistol with a bullet, my hand on the trigga
Tell my mom I went straight outta life like a prideful nigga

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn

Give me some feedback so I can improve

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn

aight dawg.....I felt tha realness in this piece howeva....I felt U could've delivered ur lines in a more artistic way cause they seemed rather cliche (no hate) jus how it is...jus be more creative but otherwise it was an ok piece!!

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Bringin FAKE ass niggaz da 'Business'

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Thanks Man.

This seemed very very basic. I couldnt picture a beat to rap this too. That was a major flaw. However it did come from the heart and that always helps bring your marks up.
For once I agree with DAARK (fuckin dickhead) by sayin you need to be more creative.
OK but you need to practice....keep writin. 6/10

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HARRY R.I.P
1940 - 2002

In Respect

Thanks for the positive feedback. I was just tryin' to clear this off my mind.

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn

That was off the hook. That would be great lyrics to put a beat to. You speak for a lot of us man. That truly was a good. can you check out forever my homie

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish