Untitled Song
• Written by rhymeeking
My lifes a mess
Its like a game of chess
Its hard to guess what's coming next.
I have a bunch of suicidal thoughts every time you go out cho house
And walk down the block
The only thing you hear are gun shots
And people say I rap like a robot
And I always get caught so when I do the crime I do the time and can't do nothing than to bite my tongue and hope for the best
And I always create
The most dope flows
And Ill rhymes
I ain't never got time
Or even have a mic but I push myswlf with what I got
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rhymeeking
Member since August 30 2015