S.A.D city
• Written by Greatdakingslayer
Greatdakingslayer's Notes
This rap is about a kid that is born to a unfortunate living situation where his state is semi homeless. Lines in quotations are the perspective of those who are more fortunate.Start at 0:13 when beat drops. Prop if you like it :)
Born living in poor condition in section 8
Sight of torn ceiling as in the bed I'm lying, dreaming of belonging in section ate
Too late for faith don't tell to pray to a boy who's living the hunger games
I gave my faith to myself who else? When everyone just wakes and bake
I hate it mate when you say you feel me, unlike you
I ain't got time to rhyme lines in this game for fame
Wish I had problems like yours where I say "Oh shit I'm late to my class"
The nights passed never know how long I might last if it keeps like this
"Oh Hell no did that nigga just talk shit? Well, me I'm pissed"
I shiver inside my home as I desire for heater in this winter cold
So cold "like a shoulder of gold digging hoes when a broke nigga approaches"
I sleep with something you never had to deal with, cockroaches
I never meet something you see for sweets, pop toasters
It's a tough art to rap for a living and I ain't no pop artist.
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Greatdakingslayer
Member since September 28 2013