HELLO
• Written by dmr
i spill blood on these sheets when i sit and write
isit at home alone and i type all night,
i write verse like curse just to let me out,
but when i read them back i start to doubt,
the idea that in life il see better days,
get radio play and for my words some praise,
but check the vernacular its simply spectacular,
cause two kids to hit they school started a massacre,
know this aint my fault these kids were packing some hate,
listened to my pain taught they could relate,
you cant its simple were all different,
disillusioned children whos dreams seem incoherent,
in life ive been pushed into others ideals,
become a doctor or a lawyer while my taughts i conceal,
locked away in a safe buried in the dirt,
got a 9 - 5 job so i could cop me some work, bitch
HOOK
3/10/1993 i was born alone at around three,
papa didnt give one aslong as the sex was free,
know he is gone im on my own,
I didnt care because its all ive know,
so when your daddy leaves be happy know your free,
to take over the world just like me,
its not our fault fuck them pricks,
we wont let them bastards ruin our shit,
VERSE 2,
Despite all of the hate, my life aint that bad,
i got some good friends which is my reason to be glad,
get annoyed easily short temper is bad,
DONT TOUCH MY FUCKING BEANS That shit make me mad,
spit riff raff at the critics just to piss em off,
they super soft im on the doss sniffing on coke like moss,
time is money and moneys on my mind,
but i wont be defined as desperate you will learn in time,
when i write rhymes i put everything into it,
i cant sing but wont be classed a hypocrite,
i stand by what i say in every way,
everyday even on the musci i play,
because if i didnt listen i wouldnt be in this postion,
whiteboy wanna be the publics favourite prescription,
but envison ? my shits still dope,
dont involve with releigion yet my people worship the pope
HOOK
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dmr
Member since February 17 2014