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Sunday, February 14, 2010
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This is the sound of a young black male /
Who could really give a f**k about an overpacked cell /
Brainstormin ways for him to break into jail /
Contemplating mean schemes as long as he can pay bail /
Raise hell, do tell, fortunate like Maxwell /
To be living so well, laptop’s by Dell /
TV’s HD, living in 3-D /
But his life is Imax, everybody can see /
The h-u-r-t that flows freely /
So he doesn’t hold it in, doesn’t even try to be /
Something different, never claimed to be a G /
But his life plan’s changed, just so happened recently /
That he decided to stop being nice to other niggas /
And stopped holdin his tongue concerning his wish for bigger /
Figures, he knew he was the pick of the litter /
He came with the poop scooper cuz he knew he was the shit, uh /
So he got cocky and way more arrogant, uh /
Made his wrist rocky, dared someone to stop he /
Haters tried to copy, he just pointed them out and /
Said they were lame and told them to stop jock-ing /
People tried to reason with him, but he ain’t have no reason /
He just got tired of takin their shit… /
He got tired of waitin for his season… /
So he decided to take his gifts /
No more playing the background, the scene just changed /
Wealth to himself now, he could make it rain /
Told nobody, everyone else just complained to the /
Point where he debated just blowin out their brains /
Sounds kinda drastic, but this dude here was /
Tired of getting his ass kicked by these stupid bastards /
Then the script flipped in his mind like gymnastics /
He was the man in charge, turned psychotic…like magic.../
Three guns, two hands, extra clip for half of em /
Contemplating craziness that you can’t even fathom…/
The type of craziness to turn people to phantoms /
Happy to Pervert the imagination that God had grant him…
This nigga was pissed off, ticked off, ripped off /
They must got his whole style backwards, Kriss Krossed /
Past the point of melee, rather spray and blaze Ks /
Be happy we’re different and that’s not how I was raised…
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Random. Felt like writing something different. This will probably scare someone, lol. Hopefully not though.
#Okbye
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posted by Secret.
7:42 PM
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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Press Rewind...
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I wrote this to a song, actually. But since I probably won't ever lay the vocals down for it, and basically....I don't want to.... I'll just post it here. lol.
Press Rewind
I'm not a rapper...I'm a writer with mine /
It just so happens that all of my writing's in rhyme /
The message is clear for your ears, the rhyme's are sublime /
They're heavensent, it's evident when you listen to mine /
Metaphors so descriptive they give sight to the blind /
By the way that I describe the inside of my mind /
The way my pen, pad, thoughts, and feelings align /
Is kinda like crack; it get's more addictive in time /
Read my notebook, dopeness is in every line /
Open it, see what you find, my rhymes are acquired /
taste, it's great, the words are polishedm the flow's refined /
Kinda similar to the process of aging wine /
Matter of fact its easy to get a buzz off my rhymes /
like it's wine, I think it should come with a warning sign /
I ain't lyin', I'm tryin to change everything /
While y'all keep droppin' dimes... If you ain't get it... /
Press rewind...
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posted by Secret.
9:09 PM
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Entry #43..
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(So basically, I got this black book...all of it's in rhyme...blah blah, I've told you that before. It's almost full now, so I have to number them to remember which one is which... anyway...this one was kind of random...not gonna lie...lol)
Entry #43
I'm slicker than oil grease, deeper than ocean reefs /
Cleaner than dentist' teeth, amazingggg with four Gs /
It's completely easy to me, simple as 1-2-3 /
...easy as transmitting a case of S-T-Ds /
That you got from the Philippines , O-M-G. /
You rolled over on top of her like an A-T-V /
While ya friends encouraged your idio-cra-cy /
Like it's Superbowl Sunday on N-B-C /
Via HDTV, makes me think /
how come it looked good to you from your P-O-V. /
So drunk and wasted you couldn't say your A-B-Cs /
She threw it on you till you had to beg "Ba-by Please!" /
And then you finished and passed out, straight to sleep /
Woke up in the morning, like "how can-this-be?" /
Forgot to strap up? You were too bu-sy /
Wondering how in the hell you could just go and O-D. /
And this is basically a danger of choosing to cheat /
On your love-ly..wife and your three /
kids that you had, all back at home hap-py /
It's even sadder that you don't even feel guil-ty... /
Sounds like half of the guys I know, easy...
Guess that's that... this is the end of entry 43...
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posted by Secret.
8:56 PM
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