Vo.Caliber and Mak D rappin....Craig Rip on beat...bling!
politics
caliber
vocaliber
vocalibre
calibre
ghostwriter
my ghostwriter sucks
at war
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Lyrics
(Caliber)
Walking home one day late from my girl's place
Lots of shit on my mind,
I find no time to rewind and reflect
On what I'm about to do next in this life I live
Who said that it was easy to give all these thoughts
And decide what Imma do when I grow old?
Sometimes my soul goes cold
I'm confused, I'm 18 and I love my family
I need to set a good example, teach my brother some strategy
I have to be faithful to my girl of 5 years
She was always there for me whenever I cried tears
It's cold out; I can't wait to get home to my pyjamas
I turn my head and see some kids holding a camera
They're standing there poking and killing an animal, taping it
Watching all its brains splatter whole
In the basement of a house that's yet to be finished right next to mine
There's no way Imma let this crime go through
I go to, but they hold two rocks and smash my head with it
And I need to get stitches
They pin me down in the basement
I can hear my family just meters away but they cant hear me be slayed
I look at my brother's window and the lights are on
I scream help for long until they slit my throat
Grab the cam, grab the pliers then hit record
Mutilate me alive, tape it in this morgue
I was thinking of my future, now they're taking it away
For a snuff film, killing me so they can make a tape
Wishing I can get a hug before I'm laying in a grave
What pain, from white kids who's hating on my race
My legs are cut off, my veins tangled up nice
They giggle at me
Take turns slicing me happy
Suppose to be helping my moms with cooking some food
Now I'm closing my eyes praying for death to come soon
Praying for death to come soon....
(Mak D)
Doctors and nurses in the hospital workin, my wife sittin'
on top of the gurney hurtin' and perched with her thighs risen
Pushin' and wheezin', breathin heavily, screamin'
lookin' at me in grief and agony, bleedin'
from the pussy, the seed I leaved in her went from bein' semen
to gushin' and squeezin' out her extremities,
Jesus who woulda thought I would be a father
The head was coming out, I could see my daughter
The doctor reached for her, her mom was squeezin' her
hardest, my heart was nonstop beatin', and all this seemed like a farfetched
fairytale,
my life just doubled in glory
all the trouble and sorry moments seemed like nothin but stories
cuz now, I see the reason to go and be strong
ANd I started to see new meanin's of so many songs
The head was out, but I was puzzled, seein' conditions
It looked like she had trouble breathin' and shiftin'
I screamed at the pediatricians as I increased in affliction
My heart freezed in that instance, listenin' for what seemed to be givin'
this wee little infant such miserable horror
Turns out shes chokin on her umbilical cord
She was turnin' purple, panic erupted
They couldn't manage to cut this hurtful circle around the neck of my one kid
Watchin' my own flesh suffer inside of my true love
Who'd love to be a mother, but time went and news struck us
that our daughter passed, inside of my wifes vagina
Half way through from being able to climb up and lie beside her
My expression went from a smile to confusion
I couldn't believe my child I was losin'
Denial was used in copin', my spouse gave up her amazing force
As doctors were in tears, pullin' out my baby's corpse
I vomitted all over my T-shirt as I teared
My wife was frozen as if in a seisure, it appeared
That the joy of fatherhood has vanished in moments
In complete shock, I stood just gaspin' and copin'
gaspin' and copin'
(Caliber)
An aspiring painter, talented eye for art
The eye remains
But the arms got lost in a car accident I endured thanks to a drunk driver
Took my life away; Well he might as well have
There's still scabs over and under me eyes lids
So even if I had arms, I couldn't draw on pads mom
My dream is dead and I cannot be consoled by anyone
What kind of girls' going to wa