SONG IN HISTORY
• Written by NATHANIEL
This are my raps to the mothers white
squires
My worse fear is dying
brothers weeping to require,
Like wise they say has no earring ,
hes diary has a fiction scary
that makes him
Bearing
When you see me alone walking
around, am talking
The weather is so cold he
dont mind ,
Hes a problem adult , His brothers keep messaging him ,
all that we knows
sitting nice , with her knitting price
Cause we just want clothes
Bad friends sending him to shows
he love rose again
She never kissed him flows
His thought are on damask rose
hes decompose on a desert rose
Wearing white, snow ice from season to reason
he lays his mat , rap fast and wear his cowboy hat
his died father calls him at night , he answer right
fall flat ,in a house cat
his heart is broking , water drops form an ocean ,
he just let his promotion
go on explosion
Election is coming
entertaining with the parties
on the run with papers, wining souls
that what they controls
Mothers or widows , have only one
story
it hits up with glory,
new leader to restore it story
Yet everybody feels like am a
crazy boy,i guess Tracy has a baby ,
that make her mothafucka, they feeling amazing
or they can praise, on nothing
they keep reducing prices.
Its like their kids never went to school ,
when learning grammatical rules
with doctors in medical schools
Now how fuck did they make
interrupting happen,
from painting on the best evidences and
building pre school
making home rules, acting like fools
it cools with up heat with brain tools
on beat rules
Raps turns on you , rhyming cant flow through
this words are sinking you in a judicial review
they want me to loose my wife
every time you are sad
so they can try to play you
like an angle view,
Any stomach flu hits you, to produce an
animal glue
That is why these judges wanna corrupt me,
secretly they want me dead off
of these rap
gently
All friends are listening to,
me emotionally , cos am reading
quickly
Illuminate needs me
there for am pleading to release me ,
daughter , brother carried away by water
am searching for the gangsters Pets
its all sensible , if my
raps comes out and am friendly
how will i open my mouth, kiss Elena
i wouldn't , i couldn't be shy to
am fully of raps too , Characters
that
made me loved her .
They say Nathaniel loves you and walk
with you
Well can she love me how i do , and
cook for me ,
Well if she can then , i will bet you
through a wining swimming pool
Just tell Ely the true am sorry for
being rude
She loved me too but her kids ear are deaf too
about hearing me
And i want to speak for one choice
they think this speech is a tenor voice
promoting ourselves , we regulate
for my head voice , it rhyming
our sales , begging for male,
But the rap is looking for active
voice,we had promote it, and
then listen to our
words in the studio
We rap bad ain't it
how we can practically reduce that shit
being able to have any
good
that i wanted
That why i sang for scoula media Bertolotti kids,
who has talent things
Except for a dream , and a fucking
members hints
Who post shits on facebook
walls all day long
Thinking their favorite rappers
will ask for this
or for anyone been sick
needs my rap hints
Till i sing and text all at night
wishing, they won't die
Till i flow through and makes a rap record and
they sit, and listening to me
She is bleeding and pleading
thought for all i lost in singing
That why i keeps her in my arms try to
squeeze her for love, kisses for missing
her am missus
Cause i consider her only
for her golden , they will admit , when i quit and
forget
Just keep my lyrics preached on youth, in hysterics
gotta satisfy the critics
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About the Artist
NATHANIEL
Member since September 29 2015