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Frustration
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A song I wrote right after signing up for the military; A time when I was at the end of my patience and I had very little money. For anyone who has ever wanted to be something and it just wouldn't come true.
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Peak #142
Peak in subgenre #64
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Written by: Diego/ Beat by Da' Beat Smith
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December 11, 2005
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MP3 3.2 MB, 128 kbps, 0:00
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Every night I pray till' the end I'll be deceased underneath an American Flag as it waves in the wind/ Its been a constant saga A constant tragedy Of loss and casualties And assaults and battery/ Gradually, If I felt that I'm believing a lie I'd shoot my gun up till' angels bleed from the sky/ I don't need to supply a suicide notice Even I would be suprised if I wrote it Cause if I go its no goodbyes to this broken ride, Rollercoaster that I know as life, If you're hungry for truth, then open wide/ Were in a hopeless time that why my dopest rhyme Has melodies of meloncholy and mopish lines/ All I show is signs and then I hope that time Will unwind and explain the pain of my broken mind/ Migranes cuz my brain's completely overloaded I hold it all in and it multiplies cause no one knows it/ Frustration I got no deal or no car I'm at the bustation Rapping for money with jars I had enough patience I wanna become a star I had enough waitin I was hungry but now I'm starved Ayo, I'm just floatin' Doing alot of finger crossin' and breath holdin'/ Sending my demo over and over and just hopin' They would just open the pakage and and start bobbing their heads with an impressed motion/ And you don't need my chest open To know that I got alotta "heart" invested in keeping this quest going/ I got nothing to lose, plus I got something to prove To my wife and seed so we don't need to struggle for food/ I payed enough of my dues My heels are bruised, I been walking this road so long theres blood in my shoes/ I've battled and battled and dismantled all of the competiton Had em' bawling and crying like a infant that lost its kitten/ But listen I'm still nothing cause I haven't made it And the ones that have are basic and basically highly exagerrated/ I wait for fate to come around But of course I still call myself a corpse because I'm underground (with this)/ Frustration I got no deal or no car I'm at the bustation Rapping for money with jars I had enough patience I wanna become a star I had enough waitin I was hungry but now I'm starved (All I got) is a microphone and something thats like a home Paper towels and old napkins are what I'm writing on/ I wish that the lights are on to see when I write that song "Deliver Me" My pay gets cut more that cords in delivery/ I envy the suburbanites thats doing superb in life They never heard the strife of bullets striking the curb at night/ I learned to fight the sounds but, I feel like I need sleep I'm knee-deep in the heated secrets that these streets keep/ This pavement has tasted the sorrow of millions Like Chronos because of the way that it swallowed its children/ I wander this awful provision with the hollowest feeling That hope's lost in this gutter more than Waldo was hidden/ And all that I'm gettin is no where fast I never tell anyone about the way that I'm feelin' (why?) Cause no one asks/ And now I've broke the glass in my mirror Cause my future in rap is more frustratin' then my path as a sinner/ Frustration I got no deal or no car I'm at the bustation Rapping for money with jars I had enough patience I wanna become a star I had enough waitin I was hungry but now I'm starved (x2)
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