War Zone

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Me and Momma in the struggle
Life a long throw and i fumbled
life a dirty puzzle
walking to the dark in this tunnel
Fuck the drama, take off this muzzle
and get to the hustle
world crumbles at the steeple
why we gripping the needle?
why the police so lethal
beating our people
we all equal in my mind
third eye like an eagle
my vision on target
my rhythm the hardest
not a rapper im an artist
or better yet a poet.
tryna get noticed but
im at my lowest.
all the flowers stopping
growin
and the love stopped flowing.
dont know where im going,
but detached from reality
WHY THE WORLD MAD AT ME
Just a blur in humanity
Little curve in my sanity
i think my thoughts reached
their god damn capacity.
 
think your shit to me
Kiss the floor under my feet
To weak to fucking breatheee
Cant begin to sink my teeth
behind this hidden smile
endless spiral of denile
Stress by the pile of bibles
Guess im building up some rivals
but i aint liable for
the funereal recitals,
3-4 shots in the rifle
symphonies in the magazine
and i pullll.
yall dull
but i spit mean and drop soul
slice it clean to the molecule
fuck the fools, all they do is ridicule
think your big shit, mann you minuscule.
Hope in the room and all the bitches droool.
 
Nah im braggin
Im ugly as fuck homies
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
in this devious age
Filipping the page and numbers never change
Get in my brain and im putting rappas to shames

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DaveySofa
Member since April 23 2014

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