Tongue
• Written by ThC0nundrum
ThC0nundrum's Notes
I've been writing for a long time. I don't know where I'm going with my writings, but I've changed since I started so long ago. Now it's just what it is, and I can't let it go.
Always hoping for the sun to shine,
Looking for the light like I just lost mine,
Looking for a fight, but I got no spine,
Why do I keep acting so asinine?
Passing time is fucking with something inside my body,
I'm lucky that life ain't sucky and my memory ain't shotty,
I just wanna have no harm to me, an arm around a hotty,
But instead I'm labeled as a guy who raps about Bughattis,
Money, bitches, honeys, greed and lust,
Do what people think I must,
I made myself a rapper, but I lie I'm not to gain your trust,
Busting out an album would be great if people sang along,
But everyone is working for themselves until there's something wrong,
I rap in front of others, and they make like a brick wall,
So now I'm wondering if people care about my shit at all,
I'm bouncing balls against my friends made of blockades and hate my work,
But me saying that they hate it to their face makes me a jerk,
Now all my buddies be so passive when I'm rapping so aggressively,
Why the FUCK do I keep rapping if they never see the best of me?
I used to rap for laughs back when I'd make poetic pound cake,
But now my crap is getting laughed at when I try to make the ground shake,
I used to pace around and make my sound so killer in a mad place,
But now I'm stuck with mad critique, left sitting with a sad face.
I wish that I could be as big as Biggie Smalls or Futuristic,
But I don't grind all the time, and most of me's not optimistic,
So I'll stop whining 'bout my placement, and I'll make things more simplistic,
I wanna go back to when I was in my basement being distant.
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ThC0nundrum
Member since January 9 2015