I am me, and that's all there is to know...
I am a frustrated rapper, people say i can rhyme but i can't bust a beat... that's why am here, trying to prove them wrong, i like to freestyle but it hurts in the head so much that i seldom want to do it...
Story behind the song
This was made up when i was stabbed at baguio, people who can connect please wear some GLOVES....
Lyrics
You’re the man, the judge; you’re the one who decides…
Who stays, and who goes, who can stay by your side…
It was a very easy task; you only had two choices…
It was either me, or the broad with funny voices…
You know the drill, you drop one; you drop us three…
Now you want me to forget it, and let the situation be…
You want me to act a fool, like nothing has ever happened…
Tap knuckle to knuckle, like our friendship is still in heaven…
You still wondering dawg, what’s my mother fucking beef…
Try sleeping four to seven, on a dark alley street…
What’s the big deal between guests of ten and eleven…
The way you acted you’re like a mother fucking raven…
While we were lost, you’re neatly on your own suite…
Where’s your fucking conscience, how can you even sleep…
You said some nasty words, we were really hurt…
I know what was up that night, you was a flirting perp…
That’s bullshit dawg, I don’t need your lame excuses…
Much like you, giving JC your mother fucking abuses…
When I supported your back, I never said a word…
I valued you, too much then; now I see a selfish turd…
You ain’t looking out man; that was fucking lame…
You changed so much once you got your mother fucking dame…
The way you saw it, I was raising my fucking pride…
Check the 114 dawg, you left us on the flip side…
Our friendships tainted, come back to being sober…
Look at the mirror dawg, there’s your parasitic user…
Disappointment sets on all our angry faces…
Look at my picture, that’s how I see your fucking excuses…
