Skin on Fire
• Written by Dustinsane
In this timeline, we need a lifeline,
When it's primetime,
Rappers cannot measure, only make a header.
Blood boil, people think they have money they royal.
They are merely coils, that heat up a pot,
Veterans attempt to beat up the spot,
I used to read a lot,
Still, I get really hot,
Especially when this fuckin beat drops.
But you have your Gucci Gang,
Might be a new thang, do your game,
I'll still be rude and insane.
Go about your Crip self,
Nowadays it's wealth,
To keep you from rapping about fame bein' hell.
It won't end well.
Those drugs, I'll rip out both plugs.
Take rap back to when,
Talking about killing the president would have backlash.
Kanye with the new slaves, blacks be whipped today,
Verbally, "let's return to the thirties,
Back when money was thirsty,
Men gettin their hands dirty,
Fuck boys were beaten up, not flirting."
The n word wasn't thrown around,
Like everyone is about, to make a sound,
About a black cloud, turn it back around.
Where the fucking hood at??
I say, police the police,
The whites say, puh lease,
The case of Rodney King,
Stung worse than getting caught by a bee.
More dudes being political, is it honorable?
That's what I ponder,
I fear society is a gonner.
The drug chase is hotter.
While music is down in the water.
Let's lead!!! We will never flee!!!
Keep the nation alive!!!!
Our mission will never die!!!!
Throw these noobs in the trash,
Being rude but it's facts,
You little sad boy, holding a bad toy,
Swinging it around,
Boy, I know a few who would bring you down,
Yeah, bit aged, but they could get rid of rage,
Frustrated with mumbling,
My mind is rumbling,
Ready to send them into tumbling,
Wait, next few years,
They will shed more than two tears,
As they realized, they not famous,
Seems like we've got rapists,
Back in the nineties not one was heinous,
Going through a rampage,
We're in a damn age,
Where Kanye does not have a brain,
And where Six Nine can be cut with a saw blade,
And where Pump has made me into a crazy,
Rapper that's fading,
Come at me, I'll be acting,
Like I will start attacking,
You will start backing up,
Then you will start hacking up,
Because you've discovered, this cover.
Came across, this lady that thought,
It was okay to play with my heart,
During that day at prom,
It breaks every part, until my hatred is hard.
Fuck you, I know I'm worthy,
Though I'm kind of thirsty,
Of a tie that's perfecting.
I'm a senior, I'm mature so I won't beat her,
Just, when I meet her, and I will see her,
I won't be mean to her,
I will just be silent, maybe that will teach her.
You can't fuck with another man's heart,
I will reach so damn far, just to be ran on.
Die lonely? If only, my parents told me,
That girls will break you,
Girls will hate you, after deciding to date you,
Just wanna have a crush,
That won't end up bad luck.
I don't rap for bucks, don't do crack or drugs,
So, what the fuck? Can I not have any mercy?
I feel more hate then burning a jersey.
Only time will tell if I keep hurting.
Maybe I'll start learning,
Maybe life will start curving, or I'll start cursing.
Everything happened so fine,
People tell me to go along with the ride,
Just hurts more, especially everything leading up to it,
I guess she was really a bitch.
Fuck.
Let's lead!!! We will never flee!!!
Keep the nation alive!!!!
Our mission will never die!!!!
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About the Artist
Dustinsane
Member since November 6 2015