Fictional Rap Song..

Growin up an ant in a large world
My only true friend was my own word
Cheat or try and endure the pain
It’s easy to make a promise but living aint the same
Another day, 'nother pain behind my look
God it’s been so long since I even read a book
Yesturday we woke to find the baby dead
No doubt I hate my dad but I remember when he said:

( "Hate me if you want,
I don’t really give a fuck
How you gonna hate the wheel
For some other stranger’s luck?’

Com’n and see,
My raposophy,
I got your ear
So you can get to know me )

Buildings might be made of glass and stone
Here its sand and rocks, it’s the hunters and they roam
I turned the other cheek; hospital for a week
The first to speak is that who’s firstly heard
Next time around I let my fists spell out the words
The other day he’s gunned down for a diamond chain
The next week it’s pretty much the same thing
It’s such a shame cause the chain’s were both fake
The devil is around and he tries to push his case
Mom is high again… oh for fuck’s sake
Consequence is a word I hear and dread
The dominos caught up to what he finally said,

( “Hate me if you want
I don’t really give a fuck.
How you gonna hate the wheel
for some other stranger’s luck.”

Come on and see,
My raposophy.
I got your ear
So you can get to know me )

Like my birth I stumbled in this slimy game
For what it’s worth I’m still me despite my name
I’d never be the same once I saw that pile of cash
Memories are mine but I forget em when I ask
Surrounded by ass, nothing’s really changed
Surrounded by my past, this situation’s strange
Just like my luck I don’t know when this all will end
Say a prayer for my sins and an ‘amen’
No time to fix it all so I’m careful where I tread
Long after I’m gone you’ll remember when I said,

( “Hate me if you want
I don’t really give a fuck.
How you gonna hate the wheel
for some other stranger’s luck.”

Come on and see,
My raposophy.
I got your ear
So you can get to know me )

:sunglasses:
From the streets. No shit.

Humans are the hardest animals to deal with.

Thanks for the wordz.

This game, it’s called life to some-a-y’all
to sum it up, for me it’s just a carnaval
fake ass grins out for some fun is all
first thing tomorrow I’ll be gunning y’all

down, shit, pass that crown let it sit
on my head for a while let me be that sad clown
like Tony Soprano, come at me mano a mano
I incarcerate your ass like Guantanomo

plus I torture, take whatever fortunes you got
when I caught you you allready started to rot
death is one thing that’s a relief from strain
out here, this game, these brief gusts of pain

fuck the shame, take the pride, let my bullets rain
down on this city, gritty, all shit is in vain
pry in my buisness, but like the RZA I rule this game
you should-a-known, now you’re history, bitch, damn shame.

I like it =D>

through the valley, no reaper
got the gangsta blastin out my speakers
didnt know it?
dont matter
when i glock the motherfuckers scatter

gettin paychecks
droppin dimes
feelin it and makin these rhymes

feelin it
breakin rhymes
pull the glock out and drop some fuckin dimes

through the hood, red reaping
kill the music when we start creeping
didnt know it?
nothin matter
gat a bitch and climb the fuckin ladder