My Fight

 

 

 

 

Making indifferent decisions

Caught up in indecisive positions

If I was a fraction of the savage

You thought I was

You would kiss my ass like it’s addictive

No I don’t give a fuck about your opinion

I had a life denied

Less pleasure like I was circumcised

But to your surprise

I uplifted and didn’t

Succumb to this lifestyle that was so submissive

But I digress in distress

All my emotions were supressed

My mother died giving birth

I had no one so I had to

For life on this Earth

I was out casted outlasted left with cynics

I was persistent in my craft to finish

Because I knew one day it would all pay off

 

Chorus

Don’t give up hope

Fuck them

Hustling to make dough

We love them

So my nigga hand me a rope

 

My reputation was elevated

But my status wasn’t celebrated

Remembered just waiting in the hall salivating

Waiting for my brother to come home

And he would never just keep his bread

He would always share the loaf

That’s why I have never glorified the life I’ve been living

How could I be so blind and so fictitious

Damn I’ve never been so equipped

To let an oppurtinity slide past me

Now my genuinity will never be everlasting

I should say ogwinner11

I don’t take shit from nobody

Next time you cross me

Im flipping this faggot in his casket

Hell be remembered in the past tense

This shit takes practice

But his simple ass rhymes pose no challenge

 

 

Don’t give up hope

Fuck them

Hustling to make dough

We love them

So my nigga hand me a rope

 

So this it

My life in my own perspective

Used my own discretion

To get through these deceptive

Actions like talking about bitch slapping a faggot

He don’t know my life

So I guess it’s okay

But he about to know me

So get the fuck out of my face