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- Tonight got me throwing chunks in a toilet some where i don't know
- i stand up face to face to some one i don't know
- i say you best cool it
- he pulls out a gun and all of a sudden im staring at the cold barrel of death. pull it
- your doing me a favor i have nothing to live for
- no parents, no wife, no kids i am homeless yeah im poor i would be happy
- if i could even sleep on a nice cold floor.
- pull it
- your doing something ive been trying to do since i was sixteen
- back when i was hitting the drugs like a young charly sheen
- back when hate and violence was all i seen
- it kept happening so i wash it out with lean and rock with it
- grown men telling me i need to grow up and quit because im a piece of shit
- so what i embellish it
- and they still on there mamas tit i say fuck hypocrite
- go burn in a pit i be there soon
- once the gun rip i assume
- pull it who cares lets be honest
- never had a relationship no Friends cause all they do is gossip
- no girl cause all they want to know how much i got in my pocket
- i just wana rub the tip on the clit if its wet it fits.
- never could trust a friend they act like they care but only want to watch you struggle
- never could trust women because they're all about the trouble and dont
- appreciate the hustle
- Ive been slinging running since i was alive
- trying to strive and become something other people deprive
- their negativity is what helped me survive
- but now it doesn't even matter my life is like what they said
- going to be in jail or dead
- right now i am staring down a barrel waiting for the lead to
- penetrate my head
- i always pictured dying in my sleep on a nice warm bed
- but tonight its going to be in my own pool of red
- put that fucking hole in my head.
- obviously the gun is empty or i would of been dead by now
- or not enough balls to go with it
- never thought about murder
- homicide is something you cant commit
- i see your coming down off the rocket fuel
- trying to get some easy cash to refuel
- that drug can be so cruel, so brutal
- i see some of my old self in your bugged eye pupil
- it brings out the worst in people
- especially when every hit gets crucial
- then life comes back with suicidal
- thoughts, becoming paranoid
- looking outside for cops
- looking at the door like there was a knock
- then just you and your self have derange talks
- plotting demonic ways of getting that chalk
- thinking every possible way even sucking
- cock
- sucking dick was not my way of getting shabu
- weeks of withdraw and a strict taboo
- trying to become sane with my mind subdue
- crying in a puddle of sweat call it detox stew
- thinking maybe just a hit or two
- but that's what the demons what me to do
- trying not because i know in the future there is a better view
- i realize now ive been through so much and i am still a live
- taking advantage of life all ways thinking about the negative
- instead of the positive all needed was a guy with a tentative
- with the genitive
- don't kill me i wana be able to appreciate life while i am young
- i wana be able to see sun rises and sunsets like its a beautiful rerun
- i want to close my eyes breathe the fresh air
- live life pure and with no care
- dying like this is not fair
- give me the gun there
- and we can leave peaceably i swear
- empty as i expect
- but mine isn't and you'r my primary suspect
- now get on your knees and recollect
- stare down the barrel and wait for the bullet to eject
- see you in hell.
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