Road to Hell
• Written by ItsTheory
//VERSE 1:
Yo I speak truth, y'all don't even recognize,
my legacy is jeopardized, y'all criticize unique views,
at worst cocaine, addicted to the dope flows,
I want y'all to all know, true artists, Kurt Cobain,
berserk insane, purple drank in my brain's frame,
acid rain drops and kush haze, do the same thang,
every time, spit a clever rhyme, go "bang bang",
like the hustlers up in the ghetto who gang bang,
who deal crack not to kingpin but to maintain,
the victims of circumstance, we can play blame games,
the media does it all the time, makes 'em fall in line,
then covers up the scene like at V-Tech and Columbine,
video gaming systems, violent movies, influence,
by Nirvana, Eminem, and Marilyn Manson's music,
and maybe marijuana, you know the teens abuse it,
using any truth for youth's future proves useless,
maybe look towards the artists if the name's hot,
killin' off the human lives, suicide, brains pop,
so much mindless rhetoric, I think I need a pain shot,
talk show pundits, different stories with the same plot,
of course, kids from suburban middle class households,
say they got a perfect life, leave 'em there out cold,
with no guidance and a lack of guidance for troubles,
their parents won't think about lists of their struggles,
growin' up in the gutter, man we all got problems,
seein' poverty and crime doesn't make it rock bottom,
best or least, West or East, ghetto blocks got 'em,
no sign of little perfect Eric 'cuz the cops shot him,
of course, stay ignorant, flex, and pop a Molly yo,
which ghetto he grew up in? Man it's Hollygrove,
of course it's a movement, causin' mass confusion,
the images portrayed seen are all just illusions
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ItsTheory
Member since January 5 2014