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Shit, where do I start? Been writing for about 12 years now........first verse I ever wrote was a remix of, lmao, Meatloaf's "That's How Rock and Roll Dreams Come True"........shit was hot for real. Started flowin for people an shit, people liked it.....12 years later, I'm still nowhere with it. Ha, nah, I aint tryin to be a star, I just plain love hip-hop. Most my shit is lyrically focused........shit you really have to listen to a few times to really get.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Author
The Verbalist
Uploaded
March 15, 2007
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:01
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The better lovers don't seem to have all the pain as me... The better flow-ers...don't seem to struggle with change like me... But I'm a soldier....hold my composure....alone...it seems.. it's over......maybe I should stay sober.... From the beginning...the day one of my life... I was the sinner that had cost my first father his wife..... I never saw the heart of others....some say I was selfish... I still don't know how to play the hand I been dealt kid... Shit....I'm gonna be the best father I can... But I wonder, can that happen with this blunt in my hand?.... I don't know.....but I know one thing...there's no running from fate... So I'll stand and face the future.....be a man when I'm faced... With the choice to do right...I'll try, man..but I can't a promise... Not that I don't want to, but I was never taught the concept.... The product of hate is the root of all evil.... If that's the case......why can't I stop cryin for my people.... In this world it's the pleasure of life that I've allways longed for... I've had couple scrapes with normality but I want more..... Can I see through the eyes of a saint...just to glance... Upon a world that aint corrupted with hate....I need a chance... I'm a good man....I stand for my beliefs...... But in the center there's a beast that's just dyin to be released... And the bars are weakening.....my soul is sinkin....as I deepen... I forget that where I came from wasn't far from bein..demon... Oh....I need a sign....lord some divine intervention... These words and actions they were never part of my intentions... My repentance is forfeit....if I can't come to terms with the fact that my regret is exactly what I have earned... In turn I ask a favor that you watch those I care for... Give shelter to the family that I couldn't be there for... Hold me as a symbol to those still in your grace.... You have my word that when time comes I'll be a man when I'm faced... With the choice to do right...I'll try, man..but I can't a promise... Not that I don't want to, but I was never taught the concept.... The product of hate is the root of all evil.... If that's the case......why can't I stop cryin for my people.... Let the world bring anything it wants to me... I'm sure that I deserve anything that you could conceive... But know that I will never bow to another while I live... No matter how I cower to the punishment that you give... I have my son.....and when I'm faced with death I'll close my eyes... And picture how he looked at me the moment when he arrived... If you think for one second I'm weakened by my regrets... That's a second too long, you took your very last step.... No...I'm not a martyr...please help me father.... Give me a purpose......or atleast give me an offer... Show me something that I care for and I'll show you my heart... Then give thanks for your restraint in not letting me fall apart... For all I know....I was damned before even writing this song... Just as long as it keeps playing.....long after I'm gone... And let them know...that no matter my absence I saw their face... Hold their place......and on my son I'll be a man when I'm faced.....
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