Breaking point.
• Written by Rappa-Marty
Ye, sitting behind my laptop,
Thinking again of that jackpot,
The time i killed the cancer i had,
Some times i wish that it killed me,
Life like in a movie indeed,
I still need that speed what i get from weed,
The shit i learnt from the streets,
Now i want to record my story on the beats,
Watching back to the past it hurts like bees,
I want to forget, i need help, please,
It's cold, i'm all alone, do i even have a soul anymore,
Inside me there is an angel and a devil playing a war,
Every time i told something i got ignored,
My falling down started when i was born,
But somehow i'm still standing here and breathing,
Thanks to that shit i ain't weakling,
My past behind me is squeezing on my neck,
And it won't stop until i'm wrecked,
I understand that no one here is perfect,
But somehow they prove me wrong,
What if it takes too long to understand that i'm strong,
Maybe i'll get shot down like a blackhawk,
And then i'll see you from the hell walking my walk,
Thinking about my friends i wanna talk,
But then it's too late to fix my mistakes,
So enjoy your life whatever it takes,
Don't be like me unless you wanna feel hate,
Now i'm shade in your worst dreams,
I know how it feels, i have been through the same shit,
Now i'm gonna sink like the rusty ship,
i'm gone like an eye blink! ;)
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Rappa-Marty
Member since August 29 2015