Mula, Material and Mating
• Written by MuzikMasterT
MuzikMasterT's Notes
This is about my friends and struggles if any of you bother to read the entire thing. Feedback is appreciated and areas where I need to clarify details or make more sense. Its only a draft as well. I probably wont record it till the end of December.
Thanks for reading this far though.
Ain't nothing good enough in the eyes of young smokers
I told them there's more to life than 2nd hand export motors
But they ain't listening, I hope they go a different direction
And develop a mission to fulfill they ever living passion
But they ain't paying attention, If it were currency
They'd have spent it all and life would have them in detention
For lack of patience or obedience, Cause they ain't done this or that
They too busy trading snap back caps, And looking at two X chromosome racks
Not that I ain't doing the same, I stare at titties and ass on world star vines someday
I'll admit its distracting, But all they do is worthless action and acting
Like drinking and smoking, Knowing very well what is groping
Them in the dark recesses of they mind, Its become an addiction and denial at the same time
And it sucks, They complain about money, But two weeks ago bought shoes for $150 bucks
And I can't afford mine, Got holes and tears, New ones emerge after wearing them each time
They got bitches as well, I done seen them grab ass and make out till one fell
And they took it to a room, All I got is drunk boring bros who'll leave real soon
Cause ain't no pussy coming their way, I feel the same confidence didn't stay
When I left the house that night, Should've grabbed it that night
But it felt wrong, To push up on a drunk girl during a rap song
So uncomfortably I sat, Thinking in my mind how can I get like that
Then my nigga explained, You gotta know em, Talk to them and have a past that way
Pussy chases you, Cause your a familiar face she knew
But ain't nobody know me, Only one girl and her older brother is my homie
So it felt wrong to ask, Uncomfortable every time I walked past
I wondered why none of the homies tapped it yet, Tray probably did but he ain't one to talk about sex
He ain't done it in a while, Until schoolies rolled round, Virginity went out like Gangnam Style
In 2013 December, I wanted Battlefield 4 and a Xbox one times better
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Now its 2015 and all I wanna see, Is my Dad and a happy family
Cause I ain't truly smiled in some time, And every time I think about it I cry
I ain't afraid to admit, When I miss a man so much I lose my shit
Cause he hasn't yet showed me how to keep my cool
Around my two faced friends I feel like a tool, In a hardbox about to be unlocked
By master thieves who wanted me to stop, Being individual and become like them subliminal
But I go super like criminal, And diss all their spiritual and lyrical beliefs
Although then I'd suck like Queens on Kings, Stuck in a position with very little power
Surrounded by cowards who mask insecurity with bullshit
If this were Compton I'd unload a full clip on you niggas
Drink Hennessy and say I ain't missing you niggas
Cause that's the truth, So experienced in my adolescent youth
That any attempt to attack my persons is shot down with truth
And with truth comes anger, Jealousy spreads fire on paper
Being spent during my teens, All I got is dreams and you guys shoot it down
Saying I'm aiming too high right now, Well fucking look at you
You wanna fuck a lot of bitches and successfully drop outta school
To have an average life, Drink on average night, Marry an average wife
And have average kids who fuck up like you did some nights
When we were together, I don't know why I'm still friends some time but the answer is clearer
Than my skin when we first met, I understand now that it ain't about sex
Money, Drugs, Four fives, Drinking with the boys and still prompting to drive
Its about what you learn and who you are through God, Family comes first even before a well paid job
Cause being broke is temporary, And money isn't necessary, To a happy life
You don't need a model to love your wife, You don't need a mansion to sleep in one bed
And you sure as hell don't need 1,000 Jays for your feet and legs
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But we all different and we value things of wisdom, Or apparent beauty
Like on your birthday I was the first to give you a present
And I still said no to my moms, He's relevant
But somehow you prove me wrong, I spend all night writing these songs
I'll only rap once, Until I hit the studio then I'm done
I'll pick up the mic and a new weapon, And further lead myself towards personal progression
This rap is experimental, So grab all your pencils and take down some notes
On how to live like I do, With God and hope
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About the Artist
MuzikMasterT
Member since July 2 2015