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God I Wanna Rap
- (0:02) God..I know you can hear me, all my life I've been writing, more than I've been running and man...ha, man...
- (0:20) I feel like I can't get anywhere, pens outta ink, minds still flowing and I'm paddling my way to a dream but something stops me to the point I get Ill yeah, is it drugs, these fucking tramps who say I can't do it so instead of delivering shit I just let it stamped? Man I gotta think it's on and off, one minute I'll spark the gas and ignite the next but then times like now I sit in silence realizing what's real and hear a voice within me say..
- You can't, but fuck that! man I gotta get up and it all depends on my dedication dog that question, do I got enough? or am I gonna fucking collapse like a building about ta' sink! I'm tired of this, it's not writer's block it's just a fast heart locked in still movement, I'm still growing not giving it up from morning to night dog, it's like I lost my bark climbing up this tree, but as it collapses I still stuck to it because I'm trying my best, God I wanna rap...I do...
- I can make it man, why do I have so much dedication if I'm not gonna make it?
- (1:44) I know, I rap about murder and horrific shit, but that's not me, I'm just showing the reality and mindset of our world everyday because the kids murmur to a mom that abuses them like drugs on the coffee table, but if anyone would hurt her they would become horrendous yes, I love my family, and I know you do to, do you have a dream to become the crowd speaking man that I get, rapping psychotically isn't me, it's my attention grabber that keeps pulling away from my fingers but my strength keeps em' curled!
- And I empty my pockets out on the table, scrape away the drugs so you see that even though my life is unstable, that I'm just like you, a heart with a dream looking above my shoulders just hoping, that bell would ring and cause a table to spin and call me Timmy Turner cause I'm a scientist with a cure for cancer I got it here but no one looks, thinking I'm another misfit it's, harder than you think, trying to be a good man in these streets, my mind keeps leaking, so many thoughts onto this paper, that it spills into the hands of brutality, racism, evil, rape, murder, and apocalypse..
- That's not me! It's.. the world that we live in, God I wanna rap and change this world nevermind that, girl at home scared and untrusting to society, or the thugs beating the old man for that shelter or the, soldier sacrificing himself for taxes with a grenade oh, don't forget about the workers on there hands and knees busting there body up for those who remain on couches perfectly fine with suspenders that, cost more than an average grocery bill, for a family of four the lazy overflowing in cash when the working is starving,
- This is what no one notices inside our homes, America has separated into rivalry and I'm that, one who suffers alone stressed out like I fought Twenty One Pilots somewhere nobody won't deny this, that the reason why your kids sick today, stomach viruses and hurling is because society, America has given up but not me, telling truth and reality and God that I wanna rap.. That's it, that's all I want...
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